I got the box of pregnancy books out of the basement this morning. I’d say we don’t need no stinkin’ books no more, but we’ve been blowing off the mental cobwebs lately and we probably do need a refresher course. I looked up the list of what a pregnant woman can/should eat and what she can/should avoid the other day and Anh asked what I found out. I thought she already knew the list because she told me a couple days earlier that she couldn’t have soft cheeses (which I had forgotten about in the past 2 years), so I know I’m not the only one.
Speaking of food, cravings are back again. Last night, not too long before it was bedtime, Anh needed fried chicken after seeing a commercial on TV (confound you, television!). It would have taken me at least 20 minutes to go out and get some and come back, and it was almost bedtime after all. So she was able to settle for a bowl of cereal. I am hoping she’ll have a craving for Taco Bell one of these days. I haven’t had a trans fat-laden Artery Clogger Bel Grande in a while. Mmmmmmm, processed foooooooood…
We’re also in the phase of discussing getting Junior out of Mama’s tummy. More specifically do we want to go to a hospital, or have a home birth; deliver in a bed or in a big tub of water; send Peter to Mexico for the delivery, or only to Chicago? We saw some videos of families that have the siblings hovering around the birth of their new brothers or sisters, some even swimming around in the tub with the mom. We love Peter, but… Nuh uh. He can hear about it afterwards.
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