I need shoes.  Anyone want to help me find some inexpensive but really cute flats?  (Inexpensive means less than $20).  I need close toed brown and black-ish…that’s 2 pair.  I went shopping a while back to get some “transition” wear…you know, not maternity sizes – but bigger than what I was wearing kind of things (that will stretch).  Yep, those sorts.  You help me find the shoes and then I’ll show you what I got, deal?

Oh, and I have some really important news for you.  I had a craving.  *Gasp*  (Yes, that was the news.)  Cravings at this point excite me – it means I actually WANT to eat (instead of doing it because I just must.  It means I’m ENJOYING food again).  The sad news is I haven’t touched a brownie bite (by Tollhouse, my weakness) since I got pregnant.  We needed a break anyhow, according to the extra jiggle in my thighs (why can’t it collect in my boobs instead of my butt?).  Anyhow, are you ready for my craving?

Wait for it….

Take out (because I may have to eat it laying down) from Cracker Barrel:

Chicken and dumplings, baby carrots, and a roll.

I’m thinking I may need a job to afford these cravings.  Too bad, so sad.  Hopefully I can trick myself into THINKING I’m eating Cracker Barrel as I shovel Campbell’s chicken noodle soup (which tastes nothing alike) into my gullet.

Hey, do any of you know how to hypnotize?

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And, little miss has a new word.  Pronounced as JOOSH.  Translation: “Juice.  NOW MOTHER! “

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