Instead of clothes, we came home with another book - this time for the daddy-to-be. Upon the recommendation of my friends, I signed up W to received the weekly BabyCenter emails, which I figured would do the job. But alas, this book was $4. I may crack up the first time I spy him reading it. But we're five and can't talk about baby books without re-enacting Seth Rogen and Katherine Heigl's fight in "Knocked Up" -- "I didn’t read the baby books! What’s gonna happen? How did anyone ever give birth without a baby book?!"
You know what else is ridiculous? The pregnancy/food relationship. Friday after work I went to the grocery store to pick up some rice (BRAT diet for my GI bug). I also grabbed some hot chicken tenders on my way out. And then something snapped in me as I got into my car. I pried open the chicken bag. It was like I lost all concept of etiquette and decency as I drove the rest of the way home with one hand on the steering wheel, the other clutching my fried chicken. I have never felt so pregnant than I did in that moment.
