I hate this stupid Internet connection. It takes me hours to get through my usual morning reading as I wait for pages to open and pictures to download.
My mother in law is here; she's staying the weekend. I have a marvelous mother in law.
"No, really, I'm not actually a gourmet cook, it was quite easy to do,"
and "I'm not really all that tiny around the waist, I've put on fifteen pounds, but thank you,"
and "I'm so glad you like it," are murmured deferentially in a steady stream from yours truly, who really is not a terribly good cook and really did put on fifteen pounds since last summer. But it's nice of her to say.
However, she is convinced from none only but the Lord himself that I am pregnant.
"Oh, its just like that feeling I had for my other daughter in law, I knew it; I told her she'd be pregnant before Keith's brother left and that was ten months ago!" she declared triumphantly. "And I knew it, just as soon as I saw you, that you're pregnant. I don't often get this feeling so strong and I know it's from the Lord."
Sigh. She means well, she has a heart the size of Texas and a fluffy little mop of a dog and a Paula Dean hair cut.
I'm anticipating my period in about four or five days, so at least I don't have too much longer to wait. In the meantime, I have every symptom that I always have this time of the month, nothing feels different at all.
One of those symptoms is an undeniable craving for carbs. Time time I caved. Yesterday I bought a family sized bag of Lays and a tub of French onion dip and the last forty eight hours have been in the process of systematically consuming every crumb.
But that's nothing new.
In an effort to off set that heavy influx of fat ridden calories into my body, I will now take the dogs for a long walk in the suffocating heat of April. I really will have to start regulary getting up early to walk, but it's not fun. In the early morning, I get hungry, thirsty and nature always calls when I'm furthest from the house.
