7/28/03
Deb has now prepared herself for her post-pregnancy gorge. She's lost a great deal of weight for a pregnant lady. She's only gained nine pounds. The baby, placenta and additional fluids alone usually weigh about fifteen pounds. That means she's down six pounds. I don't like the idea of that. Pregnant ladies are supposed to gain lots of weight then either suffer endlessly trying to lose it or completely let themselves go. This is the way of things.
So there is a box of Ding Dongs in the kitchen. They usually can't be found in our house. They disapear way too quickly. So I tried to hide them in the cabinet above the stove. Deb just came downstairs. "Where are the Ding Dongs?"
"I dunno."
"Where are the Ding Dongs?"
"Weren't you saving them until after you have the baby on Wednesday?"
"Where did you hide the #@$%&* Ding Dongs?"
She really wasn't that crazed. Deb has been adhering to a doctor prescribed, low-sugar diet. She's been great about eating right. What's more I haven't been much help. In fact, I've acted as saboteur from time-to-time. "It's just one candy bar, honey and that's not going to matter one bit." She remains steadfast. I try to help by making a stab at preparing something nutritious every night. The rule has always been I try to have at least one thing that's green on the plate. Although the entirely yellow, brown or orange meal has been placed in front of my family every now and again.
We are not healthy eaters. We're extremely familiar with the pizza delivery guy. Although I'm not sure why we bother. The local pizza place isn't all that good. For example, just the other evening we called the pizza guy and begged him to feed us. He told Debbie that it would take 45 minutes to an hour to get the pie to us. That's acceptable, as long as the pizza is still warm enough to prevent the grease from congealing so we could carefully place wicks in the tiny pools and light the pizza if the power went out.
It took a little over an hour get the pizza here. I was peeved. I know they told us it might take an hour, but I thought it was a bluff. You know. Like when Scotty tells Kirk that it'll take a day to get the power converter back online when he knows he can have it done in half-an-hour. . . I think I've been reading way too much Lileks.
Anyway, the pizza sucked.
Have you been reading the blog? You should. Anything's better than this. . .