The strangest thing has happened in the last week, I have started having some serious cravings. And here I thought I was over cravings! I still want to hurl at the smell of spaghetti, but my kids love it so much that I have to muscle my way through cooking it at least once a week. And my sense of smell is still very strong--usually artificial scents are overpowering and give me a slight headache (think, pretty boy meets Drakkar cologne). But, get me around a nice juicy pomegranate or a roasted sweet potato with butter and salt and I am a different woman! I just cannot get enough. I could eat a pomegranate or two (or three) every night without tiring of their juicy juiciness. In fact, I think John Singleton should seriously consider rewriting the last scene of Boyz N the Hood to include me (when Ice Cube and Cuba Gooding Jr. sit on the porch and talk and CB Jr. munches on a pomegranate). Sounds reasonable, right?
*insert short blogging break to text my husband and beg him to stop by the store on his way home from work and pick me up a juicy pomegranate--he said yes!*
Yesterday I had some long-time friends (20+ years) come up from Oakland and Napa to bring me a "few" items their young sons could no longer wear. When all was said and done I had six huge loads of freshly washed baby clothes to separate and put away. I am so grateful and blessed to have people in my life who are so giving. We also had some delicious Vietnamese noodle soup (Pho) at my favorite restaurant and shared a lot of laughs. It was a great day!
I'm off to organize baby boy's newborn drawer and finalize the items in his diaper bag. I wonder how many more times he's going to jam his sweet little foot into my diaphragm tonight? I'm sure we have a future soccer player here, ouch!
p.s. This is what I will be doing with baby boy...because who needs an expensive baby carrier?