Posted by: cck | March 19, 2012

broccoli

I’m 29 weeks pregnant – eleven weeks to go.  That’s 77 days folks, and that is a short short amount of time.

We spent the weekend shopping for the finishing touches to her nursery.  K even handled a giant consignment sale – Weecycle – like a champ.  I think he even enjoyed it (shhh, don’t tell).  We made a massive Ikea trip, stopped by Homegoods, and spent entirely too much time at Target.  I washed clothes and itsy-bitsy socks, and oh holy hell…  I am a complete goober.

I’ve been craving broccoli.  I ate it last night, this morning for my mid-day snack, and I’m ready for another serving.  I have no idea where this is coming from – I don’t particularly like broccoli.  I’m also craving protein.  Clearly, major leaps and bounds in baby growth going on.  I plan on indulging my broccoli desires as much as possible in an effort to transition to another vegetable.  The six year old in me doesn’t want to eat broccoli.

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  1. If this were facebook I’d like this. 🙂 Yay for finishing her nursery…photos, please!

    Broccoli? Seriously? I wish! I am not a fan, unless it’s in casserole form and seriously disguised, but I eat it because I know I should. Roasted in a very hot oven on a very hot preheated pan is mildly tolerable, FYI.


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