April 29, 2005

• Dear Diary,

      I’m officially at the halfway mark.  I’m here to put in my stats, and record the
  milestone with a picture.
      
      I sort of look a
  little pregnant if I’m wearing a tight t-shirt.  I’m told I don’t look obviously pregnant, just a little overweight.  I don’t really feel pregnant, although Jim
  would perhaps disagree sometimes.  I think I’ve been pretty easy on him, so far I haven’t made him go out at midnight
  to buy me pickles and ice-cream (or anything like that).  For posterity’s sake I will include a few of my more bizarre cravings.  Last
  month it was tomato juice and chocolate, this month it’s pickle juice and
  donuts. Something about the combination of sweet and sour/salty…maybe I should
  just eat Chinese food.  Truthfully I’ve
  been craving sushi and margaritas like nothing else (actually straight up
  tequila would be better), but unfortunately they’re forbidden fruit when
  you’re pregnant. 

      I’ve gained two
  pounds so far, and all my normal clothes still fit me (which is fine with me,
  as I can’t really imagine myself in that cutsy stuff women wear when they’re
  pregnant). 

     I’m not looking forward to being a mother (I can already
  hear the outraged cries of mothers all over the world)  I am excited about having a
  baby,  I’m just not doing the whole baby
  factory-psychotic worrier-mini-van owner thing.   Jim is already exhibiting great father skills by playing the
  baby plenty of Guns’n’roses, Eric Clapton, Metallica and a variety of other
  classic music.

     In closing, I’m including
  the promised pictures (compliments of Lydia who may turn out to be a famous
  photographer someday).  It seems rather
  vain to include pictures, but what the heck…I can totally admit I’m vain.

  So long for now,

                         
  Ez

  
  

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