My appointment is in 45 minutes. Can I just tell you that I am dying for a big piece of cake right now? Like, a BIG piece of cake. I've had to eat since my appointment is so late in the day, but I haven't let myself have anything sweet. Except a sip of Curt's Dr. Pepper. And if that does me in then I don't know what to say. I even made scrambled eggs for breakfast instead of the usual toast and jelly. Jackson kept saying, "Big eggs, Mommy!" which meant he wanted me to watch him eat a really big bite of eggs.
I have a new restaurant obsession but it's so sad because I can't share it with you. I think it would give away my neighborhood if I haven't already done that inadvertently. It is so good though! I took Curt there for lunch today and won him over. They have slices of cake for dessert, which is why I am now being mentally tortured by thoughts of baked goods.
Bunco last night was great. We were really hoping to be wild enough to send Kay into labor, but not so wild as to give NancyMon any heart troubles. For one round Kay and I were partners but the two preggies together did not do so hot. Dumb and Dumber couldn't keep track of their sixes. Also, I won the boobie prize. (All the losers qualify for the boobie prize roll-off.) I thought it was very fitting and that I above all people in attendance deserved it.
That's all for now. I need to be alone with my thoughts (i.e. obsess about whether I'm about to get scolded for weight gain or congratulated for my self-control. We'll see.) Take care, peeps.