For the record: I should have taken a poll.
Judging by the responses to yesterday’s post, my ignorance regarding meat is the only thing to blame for me eating slimy nastiness. What was I thinking?
Well, I was thinking that there was no way I was going to be able to eat anything that required me to slice into it just yet, and that lunch meat was going to be the easiest thing to hide (and yes, my plan was to make my meat all incognito. Kind of like how I used to hide veggies in the macaroni and cheese for the kids I babysat for!) Little did I know that deli meat should only be bought from the deli! STUPID!
Lesson learned: from now on my deli meat only comes from the deli (organic and humanely raised please) and in the thinnest slices possible. Good golly, I feel like I have so much to learn about this new world of meat eating. I’m going to cook dinner for some friends near and dear to my heart here in a few weeks, so I think that will be my first foray into chicken… I’m thinking some kind of chicken pasta with a scratch cream sauce… recipe ideas ladies?
Another thing yesterday’s comments got me thinking about was how tired I am of hearing about all the things I should and shouldn’t eat when trying to conceive (not that I’m frustrated with any of you for sharing [please share, I'm clearly clueless!], I’m just frustrated that such lists exist and that I can’t ever seem to get them right!) The lists are limitless and overwhelming. Half of the issues I’ve never even heard of, and even when I think I’m being healthy, I’m not (case in point: all the soy I’ve been stuffing my face with the last 14 years). It’s frustrating, and I find myself thinking about the non-diets of the women I know who have gotten pregnant and wondering “What the hell! They didn’t follow any of those rules! Why do I have to?”
Yep, my “It’s not fair” 5 year old (the joy of multiple personalities) rears her ugly head and I want to cry. I just… want it to be easier. I never thought getting pregnant would be this big contrived plan for me; I always just thought it would happen when the time was right. Now I’m making lists, and doing research, and trying my hardest not to screw anything up; only to realize I screw something up at least half of the time. And yep, that makes me cry.
Speaking of things that make me cry, there is a Folgers commercial out there that gets me every time. It shows a kid who looks like he's in his twenties coming home from some sort of trip abroad. He is messing with the lock to his front door really early in the morning, when his kid sister (maybe 15/16ish?) answers the door so excited to see him, and already with the coffee brewing. She sits up on the counter to talk to him, and he reaches in his bag for a present for her. She looks at it for just a moment, and then she takes the bow off and puts it on his chest and sets the present aside, as if to say he’s the only present she needs. I know I’m not explaining it with nearly enough emotion, but that stupid commercial breaks me every time I see it. I don’t know if it’s the idea of family, or just the fact that these two siblings so clearly adore each other, but it always leaves me sobbing.
I never used to be a crier. I used to be stoic and reserved. Since I started Lupron, I am moved to tears at least once a day. It hasn’t been anything traumatic in months, and usually I end up laughing at myself, but still… It is very odd to cry at the drop of a hat like that! Especially over something as stupid as a coffee commercial.
Recap: From now on, all important decisions in life should be brought to a blog poll before being made (since clearly I am inept), and Lupron has turned me into a giant baby who will undoubtedly scare away any man dumb enough to get close.
(Yep. That just made me cry.)
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