So, when my OB says “low sodium diet” she’s not talking about the weekends, right?
It’s Emma’s birthday, so how could I pass up a delicious meal at Benihana? Cheeseball that I am, naturally, I love Benihana – both for it’s delicious Imperial Dinner (Lobster and Steak – yum) and for it’s kitschy entertainment value.
And yesterday (in between painful trips up and down the stairs finally moving items into storage to get our nursery started, but more on that later…) we said farewell to Marcos over delicious Turkey Burgers and Cupcakes (also not quite on my food list, but again…I have no self control, and being bad tastes so good.)
Much to my dismay (although I couldn’t be more excited for him) he’s off to Atlanta until December to Executive Produce a new series for the CW. Here’s the promo – and everyone should watch the show, because with Cos at the helm, I can personally guarantee it is going to be awesome.
Anyway…back to my lack of self control and poor eating habits. The only way I’ve made it through this so-called “diet” at all has been by outlawing all things delicious from being in our house, prompting Scott to complain “there is not one thing worth eating here.” (I pointed out that there were blueberries in the fridge, to which he replied “yeah, that’s nothing. Part of not one thing.”) Oh, and before you go thinking what a terrible mother I am, I feel compelled point out that this diet is solely for my benefit, to help quell the swelling, not for the safety of my unborn daughter in any way. So I’m just a terrible me.
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