Guess what, folks? That ain't no food baby you're seeing popping out of my gut. It's a real, live, fetus. At least that's what the doctors keep telling me. I find it quite hard to believe, myself. If I weren't puking at the drop of a hat and getting a pot belly, I think I would have to call their bluff.
I am officially 17 weeks and 5 days along on this grand journey into motherhood and it's all I can think about. That's it. Feeding myself and my husband? Second fiddle. Enjoying the great outdoors? Not so much. I've been reading books (My favorite? "Your Best Birth" by Ricki Lake & Abby Epstein), watching documentaries, and generally obsession over this human I'm growing in my belly. It's pretty darn amazing, by the way. Not sure if anyone other than myself has noticed that, but I figured I would point it out. ;)
Don't worry, though, people of the world who are not with child, don't plan on being with child anytime soon, or were with child a while back and have blocked it from their memories. I don't plan for "le bebe" to take over this blog. Oh, who am I kidding... it will take over my life, so why not my blog? But, I do want to continue posting recipes and other random tid-bits.
So, thank you, in advance for bearing with me through this wonderfully exciting period of my life and forgive me for not posting recipes for a while now. Food has a very different feeling for me now. Every once in a while I get the cooking bug, but taking pictures of it has been the last thing on my mind. I promise I will get better eventually!
~ Mari
