In the beginning, it was sour jelly beans. But only the Jelly Belly kind. I probably went through a pound of them every couple of weeks.
In the middle, it was fruit. Bananas, blueberries, raspberries, watermelon, you name it. I could eat an entire carton of strawberries in one sitting.
Toward the end, we've delved into an entirely new realm. And that realm is called Cupcakes.
It all started with the new show on TLC, DC Cupcakes, which I have come to love for multiple reasons: One, they have delicious cupcakes -- I had a mint chocolate chip version at Tracy Swift's baby shower and it was divine. Two, the girls that run the cupcake store (its actually called Georgetown Cupcake) seem fun, and one of them is named Sophie, a name I'm rather partial to.
So after a marathon of several episodes of DC Cupcakes, I wanted a cupcake. Or more accurately, I needed a cupcake. And I mentioned this deep-seated need to my dear sweet husband several times. Several times an hour, that is.
What else was he to do, but save the day?
Steven sent me an email in the middle of the work day that cryptically said, "I am bringing home something for you. I special ordered it." I nearly ripped my hair out with curiosity.
The box was on the kitchen counter when I walked in the door. I immediately knew what it was.
Steven especially enjoyed getting to tell me which flavors he picked out. (The pink ones were called "Cherry Blossoms" and they had cherry preserves and a maraschino cherry in the middle of the cupcake!)
I won't tell you how many I ate (that night). The answer is "more than one."
I think this one had toasted coconut on top and pineapple bits in it.
He did good. Really, really good.
In unrelated news, I will probably be signing up with a personal trainer in October. I will be paying for my cupcake extravagance eventually, I'm sure.
PS, this is what 31 weeks looks like:
50% baby, 50% cupcakes.