Craving Coke

Oh little one, I promised not to indulge in the outmost of food sins so that you would not have the same guilt I have when my mom tells me of her own pregnancy sins. But alas, with coffee firmly disgusting to me at this point, I have reluctantly, or rather, embracingly, started to drink Coke. I know it's bad for me, but I'm guessing the caffeine I crave is so entrenched in my body that here I am guzzling this pop that I honestly have drank maybe 3 times in my whole life. Well, give me some credit, I drank more than my share in the form of rum and Coke at certain occassions, but never alone. Not that I despise the idea of Coke, although I despise the idea of addictions, I despise the fizziness, the sugar, and the complete gut rot that results. But I can't stop. it's day Three of this madness, so let's hope mamma gets back onto tea and coffee soon, the latter being something you won't understand why until you go to college.

In the meantime, my nausea has receeded somewhat, I made A meal the other night consisting of sweet and sour pineapple chicken, a recipe from deep within the Puff family archives, I guess I was returning to comfort foods. Oh, i made a stew on the weekend, well, half. I got sick chopping and was in the bathroom too long to continue. But your pops finished it up as usual. I did do a few fruit crisps, something I hope you will love as much as me when you're older. Your dad doesn't understand my obsession with fruit crisps, but i think you will. It's like a cookie with fruit, who doesn't love that?

We're going on a vacation/honeymoon in 5 days and ohboy am I excited. I'm more excited for you to be honest (I never thought I would say that, considering the complete fear I have of you at this point), but I'm still pretty stoked to spend a week with your dad hanging at the lake, reading books, going to a yoga class in hippieville Nelson, and lolling about with coffees, er, cokes.

Much love to you little one. You passed your first test, the down's syndrome marker test, with flying colours. They measured you and you're one day bigger than you should be for your age haha! Kay, let's not get too big now though kay? And you are 53 mm. When you get to grade 2 I'll show you how big that is and maybe you'll understand. Small. Yet we were deliriously happy to see you on the ultrasound. The next u/s is in 6 weeks and we'll hopefully know if you're a boy or girl. Considering I'm writing to you, I think a girl would want to read this more, but who knows? I am going to be hapy either way, never thought I'd say that either.