Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Dreaming of Lillie

Yesterday morning I sat on the edge of the bed, staring into a closet full of clothes hoping something would jump out and say "Try me on, I'll surely fit!" but knowing deep in my heart that I'll still only be able to wear the same 4 shirts at this point. So my staring was doing nothing but passing the time I'd have to give myself the ol' heave ho off the bed to waddle into the bathroom to do my hair (the one thing I have actually been able to have control over for the past 40 weeks) when Alfred started talking.

Al: I had a dream about her last night.

Me: Was she awesome?
Al: Oh, she had the best personality! She didn't want me to put her down, she just kept crawling all over me. Every time I'd try and set her down she'd crawl right back up on me! 
Me: <laughing> I knew she was awesome.

It was one of those genuinely awesome moments that really carried me on through the day. Alfred was so happy talking about her and the dream, he just lit up. I can't wait to be able to make him a full-fledged if only we could get Lillie on that bandwagon.

Update on that situation : She was supposed to be here Monday the 8th. It's now the 10th and she's holding on to my uterus like it's a lifesaver. The 17th has been set as the induction date (unless she comes sooner, baby Jesus willing) - so at least I know for sure I'll only be pregnant for the next week which is the only thought that is keeping me sane at this point.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Potato Skins

One of the most amazing things about our marriage is we've found that great middle ground that allows us to laugh at each other and recognize that some things would just be silly to fight over. Potato skins, for one, are definitely something to laugh about.

Sunday night, I wanted to cook dinner and homemade hamburgers sounded like a wonderful idea. Alfred offered to actually go into town to buy something because he knows how miserable I've been feeling lately, but I was pretty determined to make hamburgers. You could see the relief in his eyes.

I defrosted the meat, placed it in a bowl, seasoned it and left it on the counter as I turned around to start heating the oil for the french fries. Being the sweetheart he is, Alfred had offered to peel and slice the potatoes soon after that.

A few moments later, I turned around for my meat bowl to make the patties but to my dismay, it wasn't there. I checked our counter space, I stared into the refrigerator, I re-checked the counter. Finally,  I simply just stood there hands on my back with my 39 weeks pregnant belly heaving in bewilderment as to where in the world my hamburger meat could have went. Alfred notices (I mean, it's hard not to notice a heaving pregnant belly) and asks what's going on. I walk up to him to explain while he's peeling the potatoes...

directly into my meat bowl.

He had no idea, he just assumed it was empty while watching television and I had put it in front of him for that very reason - to peel the potatoes in. I couldn't control the laughter, especially as he sadly said,

"Babe, would it just be better if I sat down instead?"

It's not very often when a grown man feels defeated by potato skins and that fact alone just made it all the more amazing.

And for the record, they were probably the best damn hamburgers I've ever made.