A real live schmorgesborg!

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I think I have had my first pregnant food finding/love. Picture this:


Yes. Pickles and peanut butter. Before you judge- try it. It. Is. DELICIOUS. And I don't really think it is that weird. I mean, unique? Quirky? Tasty and savory? YES. Weird? Gross? Not a chance.

Our doctor visit Tuesday was fine. She said "Your weight gain is
right on track, your vitals are great and you are measuring perfectly." That's what I like to hear. The visits these days are pretty standard. Pee, weigh-in, blood drawn, ask questions, peace out. Speaking of asking questions- I think my doctor knows I am...weird? no. Crazy? no. Anal? YES! I think my doctor knows that I am anal. Well, that doesn't sound right. We'll go with crazy... I always forget to ask her questions, so I had a laundry list of things that I was just dying to know. For example, "When I deliver, do I have to wear a hospital gown? They make me feel really claustrophobic, and I don't think I can wear one. It'll annoy me. I'll need to wear a tank top. Is that cool?" and "I am getting a massage Saturday. Can I lay on my back for 30 minutes, or how should I go about that? I really don't want to cancel." She loved all of my questions, I'm sure. No, I can't lay on my back for 30 minutes. She meant business on that one. And yes, I can nix the hospital gown. Score.
***I think you should know that this would have been a very juicy and TMI blog post had my mother not forbid me to write about it*** I love that my mom delivers babies every day and that I can call her any time of day or night and let her know that I don't recognize my body: and here's why: and she laughs with me and explains things to me in my kind of vocabulary. She's the greatest.

So, I probably shouldn't go in public anymore. I have always been sensitive- but for some reason homeless people get me...really get me. Like even when they aren't asking I want to buy them food. Or give them a ride when they are walking in the rain. Or give them cash when I see them scrambling for change at the gas station. I know most people probably think this way- but I have to physically refrain. I can't help it. I feel like a lot of homeless people made themselves that way- making poor decisions one after another and refusing help that was previously offered. But I also feel like a lot of them got dealt a bad hand. Their mothers and fathers made the poor decisions and they were left to fend for themselves. Maybe they were let go from their jobs and didn't have the support of a loving and willing-to-help family like I have, and would rely on if I were let go and alone. I mean, where would I go and what would I do if I had no family and I was unable to find a job? It saddens me. I drive by a few homeless shelters on my way to work every morning, and I just cringe. I have a Whole Foods bag full of food that I am going to eat throughout the day and these men and women (some with their young children) are lined up around the block in hopes of snagging a bite for the day. I need a new route to work. This is exactly why, after about 6 months, I had to quit volunteering at the homeless shelter in college. I was the girl at the door every night giving breathalyzers and counting heads. When we were full, we were full. Then I became the girl at the door who had to turn away women and children in the rain because we didn't have enough beds. Then I cried the whole way home because K wouldn't let me offer them a ride or a bed for their babies. I just hate it. All this stems from going to the Braves game Tuesday night. I ended up giving away half of our hot dogs and all of the cash I had in my wallet to the guys cleaning up our picnic area. Call me a sucker- but these guys had a good sales pitch, and we got better service from them than most restaurants downtown. Whatev. I'm a sucker.

And that, folks, is what you get when I try to write a blog while watching the most intense Grey's Anatomy of all times. A real life schmorgesborg!

Until Next Time,
The Guff