Hey Nonny

Yesterday afternoon Abby had a couple of friends over for a special occasion–her doll’s birthday. She wrapped some presents for her doll and hung up our family birthday sign. All I had to do was bake some mini cupcakes for the party. So I did. When the girls came over, they frosted and decorated the cupcakes (while Cameron licked frosting off the knife) and sang “Happy Birthday.” I was downstairs when one of the girls brought me a cupcake. “Here you go,” she said, “You can have all of mine because I don’t like undiet food.”

“Undiet food?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, “you know–like food that isn’t good for you. I don’t really like it that much but you can have some.”

Was it because I was wearing my big grey pajama pants? Was it because my giant stomach (and let’s face it–other parts of me) looked so big to her? At what point in her mind did she say to herself, “Wow, Abby’s mom should eat all of these cupcakes because it looks like she has already?”

I had to laugh (with my mouth full of cupcake) because not only do I adore this little girl and the funny things she says, but I know she’s right. My days of eating cookies and candy with abandon are numbered. I wish I could tell you that I am a responsible pregnant person who eats only the best nutritional food while she is pregnant, but I’m not. I eat an apple here and there, but I eat a lot of junk too. And in a few weeks when this baby is finally here, I’m going to have a major undiet food withdrawal.

My little friend and her cupcakes--she told me to get her sleeve in the picture because polka dots go well with sprinkles.

So excuse me while I enjoy fast food chicken sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies, and Pop Tarts while I can. My kids may have to hide their Easter baskets from me this year, but oh well. And really, I’m doing this baby a favor. I recently read in a pregnancy magazine that what we eat while pregnant helps develop the baby’s taste buds. And that’s just not true. When I was pregnant with Cameron, I could not abide the sight, smell, or thought of chocolate. I avoided it like crazy. And now because he was so deprived of chocolate while in utero, Cameron is alarmingly a chocoholic monster. So I’m just hoping this baby will pass on all the undiet food that comes his way and eat all of his vegetables.

Because heaven help me, vegetables are all I will be eating for the next year! Sigh.