A couple of days ago John asked me, "What if this is a false alarm? What if you are actually not pregnant and we have already told everybody?" All I've got to say to that is, if I am not pregnant, something is terribly, awfully wrong with me! First, there is the most obvious sign--Aunt Flo hasn't been to visit since October (the best I can remember). Secondly, there is the puking, the nausea. There is the frequent urination, the itchy belly, the cravings, and the smells. Uh, the smells. We went to visit John at work today and from the minute I opened the van door I could smell pizza. John told me I was crazy, that's just the smell coming from the flour/grain mill next door. Maybe my mind just went on and cooked the flour into dough just for the sheer pleasure of smelling it (real or not). And pickles! Dill pickles have never tasted so good! Give me a bag of salt and vinegar chips and stand back, people!! (That craving I haven't actually given into yet, just fantasized about).
And most recent and most interesting, is the tearyness (if that's a word, and the spell check says it's not). Sunday night, in the van on the way home from Shreveport, some country music song about Daddy's little girl came on the radio and I broke down and cried like a baby. Just out of the blue! All I could say was, "I miss my Daddy!" Hello, I am 27 years old. What is wrong with me? John looked at me a little funny, and then I started laughing because I was crying, and then I started crying again. Bless his heart, he didn't know what to do. He just said, "Elijah, tell Mama you love her." LOL. Men are something else.
The packing is still going slow, due to the fact that most of the time, lunch leaves me wishing I had left it alone, and then I need a nap, and before I know it , it's 3:00 and we are just waking up from our naps and then it's time to cook supper and....you get the picture. Our landlord is going to start showing the house today. Apparently, people cannot wait until we move out. I sure hope they don't expect it to be nice and neat. Hello, I'm packing, people! It will all soon be over, and I can sit back and enjoy Mama's cooking for a while. And I intend to enjoy every bite! Doesn't that sound like a pregnant woman to you?