Mar 17 2005

Happy St. Patrick’s day! What is a good, non- alcoholic alternative to green beer?

I miss beer.

I’ve made, if I may say so, really nice dinners the last two nights. On Tuesday night, I made roast chicken with really lovely mashed potatoes and green beans. I also made a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I think it is the best cake I have ever made! It is moist and spongy, but somehow dense at the same time. The only cake I have had that was better was the one at Justin and Jess’ wedding- now that was a cake! Last night I made stuffed pork chops, baby red potatoes and asparagus. And we had more cake. I don’t really feel bad that I have eaten so much cake recently. I have been really good. I haven’t had any (at least, barely any) candy, soda or other junk food (except pizza- I’ll never give up pizza) since I found out I was pregnant. I haven’t really wanted it. John wanted part of a ginger ale the other night and so I said I would share it with him. He poured me about an inch in a glass before I told him to stop. I drank it, but it was just too sweet. The sweetest thing I normally eat now is fruit. But the cake, OH goodness, the cake… My mom told me not to feed that crap to her grandbaby, but forget her. She doesn’t have to live with the morning sickness. I need something that makes me happy!

I am starting to wonder about the morning sickness thing. I don’t know if this is how it normally is for women, but for me it’s like really stong hunger pains that come on suddenly leaving me nauseous, combined with strong aversions to certain smells and foods. Yesterday and today it hasn’t been as strong, though. It makes me worry that I am somehow not pregnant anymore. I’m probably being stupid, but I can’t help it. I want this piglet so much that I would do almost anything to have it. It feels so out of my control. I could be doing nothing wrong and piglet could die suddenly. It’s the worst feeling in the world. It’s so bad that I think I have to stop thinking it right now.

The V.P. who works in the office right next to me (he’s the CFO) seems like such a calm, meek guy but he has the dirtiest mouth of anybody I’ve heard here. When he is talking to other men in his office, he says “Fuck” constantly! It’s really strange to hear. I have to wonder what he’s like at home! He just said “fuckin’ 78 fuckin’ percent”. I kid you not.

Virgin Margaritas! They’re green and non-alc-y. Maybe I can have one of those tonight. Or I could dye my apple juice.