Eat more ice cream

At my midwife appointment today I was actually told to eat more ice cream.  I guess I should be considered lucky to be told this by a health care professional, but the truth is – it doesn’t seem very appealing to me right now!  I know, at any other time in my whole life, this wouldn’t be a problem.  But now?  Yeah, I see a big bowl of ice cream as hours of late night punishment.  Heartburn, indigestion.

But, if I have a small bowl fairly early in the night, I might be able to swing it.  I’m going to try.  Last week we bought peanut butter & chocolate ice cream from the Schwan’s man and I don’t want it to go to waste!

Basically, I’m one pound less than what I weighed six weeks ago and the exact same weight as my appointment two weeks ago.  Look at me!  I’m certainly not a waif, and I’m not concerned. My belly is measuring right on track or a little more.  I was told I am 31 weeks today (thought I was 30) and I measured at 32 weeks.

When we got home from the appointment Jett and I had a snack.  And do you think I was going to reach for an apple after the ice cream pep talk?  No way!  Well, we didn’t do ice cream, but chocolate chips instead – not even the calcium benefits of dairy, so take that, midwives.  I assumed Jett would take one chip out at a time and eat it, but no – I’ve underestimated him once again.  I looked down at him right next to me and saw his chocolate face and chocolate hands.  He was trying to drink them which got a little sloppy with his slobbering.  (Emily, I wonder if you’ll still gag when it’s your own kid.)

And no, for the record:  Jett rarely wears pants.  We’re still flailing around with the potty training.  It’s just easier for him and for me (less clothing to wash) when he’s without pants.