Hallow WEAN

Wean, as in, today I entertained the thought that maybe this month I should wean myself off of giving in to EVERY single spontaneous craving I have just because I'm preggo. Don't misinterpret--no dieting or any ridiculous thing like that. But, for example, on the way home from Texas today we passed a Braum's billboard...and in that exact moment I HAD to have a chocolate ice cream cone. Had. To.

Of course, we passed a Braum's soon (and at least 7 more between Ardmore & OKC) and I got my fix. But the reality is that I wasn't even hungry. Just wanted it on a whim. I had already been to a DQ earlier that day. ;)

So...I seriously love the indulging lifestyle that your psyche automatically acclimates to when you learn you are "eating for two." But I don't anticipate a lot of joyous days of summer if I am trying to work off 70 extra pounds. :)

I did enjoy all the yummy snacks at the Halloween party. (hey, a gal's gotta find SOME kind of guilty pleasure to overindulge in at a house party, right?) There was guac, spinach-artichoke dip, pizza rolls, meatballs, cheesecake, various yummy homemade dips. Yup, other than my Whoopie Cushion debut, the highlight of my wild party night was trying dips. I will admit that it is quite fun to sit back & observe others who are overindulging in other ways. But truly not enough drama there, either. So this pregnant Whoopie Cushion retired to bed in the midst of the party (we were staying with the hosts) and went off to dreamland while the speakers loudly boomed a Pandora station--early 90s rap. I think I had dreams about the Humpty Dance and Rob Bass. Ah, well.

Thanks for a great weekend of Halloween-Texas style-Abe & Steph!