Veins & hunger.
Veins have totally taken over the girls. No wonder they got tender yesterday. Like being bra-ed by an octopus. Or a squid, perhaps.
In other monster-news, the hunger is starting to take over my life. I’m trying really hard not to gain weight til it’s, er, going to something other than me, since I gained over ten pounds this year with the IVFs. So I’m trying not to give in to the urge to eat everything in sight just because – hey! I’m pregnant!
The Hunger may, however, need a new name. Something scarier like “ravening, out of control monster of doom that must be placated lest lives be lost”.
Oh, and I finally did it. I wasn’t going to. I went to the green market, and it was green, and I bought a gardenia and a little spiky cactus/succulent thing with flowers and some maple candy and then I saw it across the busy street.
Babies R Us.
I’ve never been inside one, so help me. It’s terrifying, it’s huge, and everyone in there is sprogged up, or with someone who is.
It was incredibly seductive.
I have a feeling I’d better buy a bunch of baby stuff to have on hand to assuage these feelings of rampant consumerism so that I won’t have to use the husband’s money, post-sprog, to buy them. I feel a deep desire for a baby-wipe warmer coming to take over my rational mind. Must. Warm. Baby-Wipes. And the strollers – dear lord, the tricked-out strollers…
I bought nothing, but if all goes well, I’ll be back in several months with a credit card in hand to bedevil my poor long-suffering husband. Whaddya mean no child of yours needs 35 different “adorable outfits”?!?
I may have found my new hobby…