Doomed already?

What's with the gloomy outlook, you're wondering? How could Blueberry be doomed already?

A simple five-letter word: sugar.

I swore I was going to be the model mother, healthy as can be. My friend told me back in October about this book 'Origins' that talks about the effects of food on the baby in utero, and I meant to get it right away. In my defense, I think I've been on the hold list for it at the library since the beginning of November and haven't managed to secure it yet. So in the meantime, I've addicted Blueberry to sugar.

I guess it only makes sense that blueberries are served with sugar? Okay, fine. It's because I'm addicted to sugar. I *love* sugar. It's not entirely my fault. I come from an ice cream family. I'm only trying to pass on traditions, which is what parents are supposed to do, right?

As I mentioned in the feeling post, we have noticed somewhat of a trend when I OD on sugar, where Blueberry's dance craze gets kicked up to the level of Saturday Night Fever meets krumping. 

I'm going to go ahead and further humiliate myself by fessing up to what I ate one day when we were in Texas for Thanksgiving. We had passed an ice cream place that Mo, his brothers, and our sister-in-law all said was the best ice cream in Texas, so OF COURSE I insisted that we go. What kind of a Hymans would I be if I didn't?! While there, Mo ordered sorbet that he decided he didn't really like, so after I finished my two scoops of deliciousness, I finished off his sorbet -- and then helped his brother clean up his brownie sundae. (It would be a Hymans sin to throw it away!!) That night, his family had a party at their house, where I was obligated to eat my mother-in-law's *delicious* (no, really -- it's so yummy -- straight milk & sugar) rasmalai. And there was pecan pie, which you only eat at this time of year, so I had a slice of that too. Okay, fine; I had two. And yes, this was all in one day.

Suffice it to say that Blueberry was having a veritable rager in my belly that night. I think all the neighbors were there and they were having a full-on dance-off, with the bass booming.


It's funny, because I haven't really noticed any of the cravings I'm 'supposed' to get as a pregnant person. When people ask Mo what I've been craving, he just says, 'the usual'. (i.e. ice cream and other sugar yumminesses!) 


Oh well. I guess there are worse things than dooming Blueberry to a life of sugar. And really, it's clear that Blueberry appreciates the opportunity to dance it off! So it turns out I'm a fabulous mother, after all.