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Blendy goodness

Posted on May 26, 2009 by Heather Laura Clarke

I feel sick. I drank a huge smoothie way too fast.

Wait — back up. I don’t even like smoothies. How did this happen?

Oh right. Yesterday my books arrived — yup, Eating Well When You’re Expecting, What to Expect The First Year, and the What to Expect Pregnancy Journal and Organizer.

Shut up, I know. But when you …

A) Are addicted to books

B) Are obsessed with getting knocked up

C) Are a crazy overplanner

D) Are all of the above

… this is what happens.

Anyway, the one I was reeeeeally looking forward to was Eating Well When You’re Expecting. I cracked it open as soon as I got home from work, and started pouring over the healthy-ho meal ideas.

For some strange reason, I love healthy diet suggestion books — even though they all say the same thing, and already know I’m supposed to eat fibre, veggies, small meals, blah, blah, blah. But reading it gives me … like … motivation or something. I find myself nodding and going, Yes, I really should be eating more green things. Yes, I really should try quinoa.

The first couple of chapters went on and on about morning sickness and how horrible it can be, and stressed the importance of getting down your fruit in a juice smoothie. I’m not a big fruit girl — I like apples and strawberries, but can leave the rest — so I decided to give it a try.

Darling Husband loves fruit salad, so we always have pineapple and melon and that orange melon — cantaloupe? So I blended the crap out of all of it, and added a lot of orange juice. I have tried smoothies with milk before, but found them gag-worthy. With OJ? Not so bad.

Now what the hell is “quinoa,” and where do I find it?

Not Me Mondays

Posted on May 25, 2009 by Heather Laura Clarke

Secrets, lies, and lying by omission

Posted on May 23, 2009 by Heather Laura Clarke

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I lied last night.

While out for a fun night with the girls — most of whom are colleagues — I was asked when Darling Husband and I are going to start trying to have a baby.

“Ohhh, not for a while,” I replied, shaking my head casually like it was the furthest thing from my mind.

Little do they know, I have a freaking COUNTDOWN on my BLOG that is all ABOUT THIS VERY TOPIC. Ironic, no?

I’ve gotten so used to telling the truth to all of you, and to family and friends, that it felt weird to pretend like we weren’t even thinking of it.

There were a couple of other girls there that are married but without kids yet. I felt like they were playing their cards close to their chest as well.

A few months ago, one of them commented to all of us that she would consider trying “in a few months.” Well, “a few months” has arrived, but no one asked her about it. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to be the obsessed girl who remembered a conversation from February.

In other news, remember the three preggo books I ordered? Well, crap, crap, and crappier — they have not arrived, and according to the tracking, appear to be stuck two provinces away.

The bad part is not that I’m impatient to read them — which, of course, I am — but that I had them shipped to the office … and am now terrified that because of the delay, they will arrive unexpectedly and someone else will open it. Geez.