Nutella

by Andrea on August 10, 2012

First thanks to all who commented and emailed with their diaper bag vote. I have to say the responses were a bit all over the map withno clear numeric winner… a few of you urging me to get the impractical and overpriced Fossil (bless your hearts) but a few others cautioning for something more practical (that would be those of you with children). I am still not 100% sure but am leaning toward the Timi & Leslie Hannah. I’ve got time. But, thank you!

Meanwhile I’ve recalled why I haven’t allowed myself to buy Nutella (like, ever) over the past several years. Something must have come over me because I caved and bought a jar. Bad idea.  It’s pretty much all I can think about all day long…and then I get home and slather it on a tart green apples (it would be better on a sweeter apple, but we’ve only been able to steal the green ones from the neighbor’s yard…) and devour. Then I plunge the spoon in for one last bite once I run out of things to spread the Nutella on. It’s horrible. But terrific. But horrible. Once this jar is gone, I am not buying it again for another three years. I promise (fingers crossed).

I am 23 weeks pregnant today. That means I have about 17 weeks to go (depending on how late the little mister is)…and just 14 weeks to go at work, taking a week off in September, Thanksgiving week and a week before my due date into consideration. Yes, I am counting weeks left at work. The light at the end of the tunnel feels absolutely fabulous. It’s all I can do to muster myself about of bed when the alarm goes off in the morning. I am pretty sure my hormones are raging because I am overwhelmed with a desire to viciously attack and then cry whenever poor Husband does something mildly irritating like leave his shoes or dirty laundry at an inappropriate location on the floor that is likely to cause me to trip and fall. Also failure to change the toilet paper roll triggers an oddly visceral reaction–several levels beyond plain irritation. I even caught myself secretly plotting (we’re talking extensive plotting…) about having my own toilet paper roll that I hide in the bathroom for just my use…forcing him to get his own…but then realized I must be loosing my mind and clearly hormones had overtaken my rational brain.

Also of note, I caught myself looking at the thermometer today and realizing I now consider 91 degrees to be a “cool” day. I am pretty sure Northern California has been hijacked by Texas weather or something. I have never loved air conditioning so much in my entire life. The woman you formally new as forever wondering which tropical island she would move to is now mentally planning her next vacation in Greenland. I bet Greenland is quite nice in the summer. At least it sounds nice right now.

Or perhaps Antarctica would be a better bet?

 

 

 

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Ameena August 11, 2012 at 4:22 am

The temps these days are ridiculous. Even for August! I want to move to Greenland too….
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marie August 14, 2012 at 11:52 am

I love that you steal your neighbors apples. I am obviously an honest, religious person but I find fruit stealing off a tree legit.
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Kim October 6, 2012 at 1:09 am

I stumbled across your blog tonight/(this morning) during a fit of insomnia…I am 28 wks pregnant & just wrote a post about my own Nutella affliction a few days ago.
I love your honesty & frank approach to the highs & lows/woes of being pregnant.
I will definitely be checking in :)

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