Babymooniversary

I might turn into a macaroni noodle.

Other than tonight, I have had macaroni and cheese for dinner every night this week. While K is making chicken and veggies and other "normal" yummy dinners, I am boiling water and stirring powdered cheese into noodles and noodles of goodness. I don't like the spiral noodles, or the "cheesiest" cheese macaroni. I want the plain ol' classic Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. And I want it, apparently, every. night. Then I want a small bowl of ice cream with ice cold milk...followed by 3 oreos- dipped in the leftover milk, of course. That's just this week. Last week it was, well, it was macaroni and cheese. But the desserts vary.

Tonight we went out to meet some friends for dinner and I had my go-to cocktail: The Shirley Temple. I sucked 2 or 3 down before we could order our pizza. It all went downhill from there. Oh, I will never think of throwing up the same after pregnancy. I mean, it's never fun, but after doing it multiple times every day for about 8 weeks straight you get used to it. And sick of it. I am, for lack of better word, proud that I can throw up gracefully in any bathroom in America. Any roadside in the southeast. Any cup or plastic bag that I can find in the backseat of my car when I don't have time to pull over or find a bathroom. Just sayin'. Tonight, I had time. I knew it was coming. . . and I had forgotten what a terrible feeling it really was. You see, I cry when I throw up - it's generally a mess. And, in the middle of our evening, before we had touched our pizza, we had to leave. I had spent half of our time there in the bathroom and the other time looking ill and whispering complaints to K about how miserable I felt. Boo. Come to think of it, my last "morning" sickness was after drinking about 7 Shirley Temples with Mae at dinner a few months ago. Grenadine? More like Grenade. Blah. Never again.

On a cleaner, more pleasant note: We booked a trip for our 1-year anniversary! We had plans to go somewhere, then decided to stick around here, then remembered that this would be -for a while- the last trip we would take with just the two of us. This is it. Our one year wedding anniversary? Of course we have to do something! I think celebrating the first year of marriage is important- yes, more important than the 2nd through the 4th- so we booked a weekend trip. Call it a "babymooniversary" celebration. We briefly pillow talked about it last night, and K sent me a text today while I was struggling through the work day that simply said, "It's booked!" Huh? Oh wait, YES!!! He's so good to me.

So, in 2 weeks we will be off. Off to celebrate this year of love and the decades of this feeling that we have to look forward to. Off to celebrate this little life that God created inside of me. Off to enjoy each other and reminisce over the past 5 1/2 years- and think of how lucky we are that we made it through the rough times together. Off to make up nicknames and scenarios that will eventually embarrass Chamblee until she thinks she will die. Off to remember how we fell in love in the first place. Off. Oh, I wish it were tomorrow.

...And now, it's time for my ice cream and oreos.

Until Next Time,
The Guff