Friday, February 12, 2010

Little Things

So far, one of the least "fun" things about this pregnancy occurred last night.  I got home from work and had an instant desire to make chocolate chip cookies.  I found I had everything needed to make them and went right to work, forgetting entirely about what I’d make for dinner.  So I’m measuring, sifting, stirring away and as I dump in the chocolate chips, I get some of the now-finished batter on my hand and instinctually go to lick it off.  BUT THEN, I had to be a responsible mommy and stop myself due to possible raw egg contamination — a definite no-no while pregnant.  A wave of sadness came over me as I doled out the cookies and walked the bowl to the sink to rinse out the delicious rest.  I’m not going to lie: it took everything in me not to lick it clean.  I don’t mind having to pee every hour and watching what I eat, nor do I mind that I will soon be gaining weight like it’s my job (which…I guess it kinda will be).  But having to refrain from partaking in one of my most favorite childhood-like behaviors?  That. Stunk.

On a more positive note (according to my book), the baby is now officially a fetus and is no longer considered an embryo.  And instead of being the size of a raspberry, it’s now the size of a GREEN OLIVE.  How exciting is that?  Too bad I can’t have a martini to celebrate.  ;o)


  1. This has nothing to do with this post...but speaking of green olives, I've been craving them lately. So strange.

  2. I can’t wait to meet your little green olive!!!

    I left a congratulatory message in your first post! I’m SO EXCITED!!!

    LOVE YOU!!!


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