I'm feeling really impatient. I want to know the baby's gender! People keep telling me it's a girl (based on my belly, I guess) but I kind of feel like it's a boy. I'd be happy with either but it will be easier to name the girl. I may or may not find out on May 24th. I have a feeling it's going to cross its legs or something...
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So, um. I'm pregnant. Just letting you know. I don't know the gender yet, but random people are telling me it's a girl. And they were right last time (when they told me E was a boy, before I found out for sure). And the pregnancy is different. With E I had nausea but not much vomiting. With "Sossie" (temporary, not real name) the nausea was so extreme that the doctor prescribed meds. Although I think my body has gotten used to them because they are no longer working quite as well. They do take the edge off, so to speak. So I am hanging on till 12 weeks (this Saturday) and hopefully the nausea will end then. I had the nuchal translucency ultrasound (everything looked good, apparently) and in one shot I could make out the five curled digits on one tiny hand.
So we went to a birthday party in Brooklyn today. After everybody met in a corner of the park (it's a big park), the boy's father instructed us to go to another area of the park for soccer. I dragged behind a bit, eating a cupcake and then heading out. We found a group of toddlers playing soccer and wondered where the birthday boy was. But we knew they had to pick up pizza and a cake, so we thought maybe they took their son with them. We didn't recognize any of the parents in the group, though. After a while I got bored with the soccer and went back to the area where we started out. The boy's mom (a friend of ours) and her mom were there. I headed back to the soccer area with my friend. But when we approached the soccer area, she kept on going. We came to a smaller group of children with two soccer teachers in orange, instead of the large, athletic teachers wearing blue in the other group. That's when I realized we had gone to the wrong soccer group. OOPS. E had a g...
So today I got a pedicure, which is one of my guilty pleasures. I've never had a manicure, but I like having my toes done. I was a little startled to see that the pedicurist was a man, a 40-something Asian fellow with a shaved head. He seemed like a nice guy. I also thought he did a good job with the pedicure. BUT. At one point in the proceedings, they put a hot towel on your feet. It was a white towel. After he had already started rubbing my feet with the towel, I noticed what looked like a tiny red spot of blood. I would have said something but I was stunned. Then I saw that he was careful not to let the spot make contact with my skin. So he must have seen the spot too. Weird, huh? If it happened again, I would just say, "Could I have a new towel, please?" But I was too surprised.
Peanut butter
I've always had a bit of a love affair with peanut butter. As a child, my favorite sandwiches were peanut butter and jelly (but not marshmallow so much) and tuna fish (primarily for the Miracle Whip that's mixed in - I guess it's loaded with mercury though). Plus I don't eat fish anymore anyway. But peanut butter, I still eat. For a while I dutifully bought those organic peanut butters that separate. You have to mix in the gross-looking oil. Then they got the hang of preventing separation. Still missing something, somehow. Then I discovered Peanut Butter & Co.'s peanut butter with sweet white chocolate mixed in. Actually, a neighbor left it on our doorstep. I think she meant it for E, but what the hey. It was delish. And that was my go-to peanut butter until today, when I wanted something...different. Enter Peter Pan crunchy peanut butter. It has no HFCS and it is fabulous.