My wife and I are expecting. Our due date is January 9, 2012. It is weird to think that (1) we will be having a baby and (2) that it will be born in 2012, as if we are having some sort of space child from the future.
My wife has been pregnant for the past 13 weeks, which means she has told me to stop cooking:
- eggs with runny yolks
- medium rare beef or burgers
- cesar salad dressing
My wife has been pregnant for the past 13 weeks, and as a result, has been requesting heaping quantities of the following:
This week, I started a jury trial. For various reasons, the work has been even more time consuming than a jury trial would otherwise be. I haven’t cooked in about a week, which is unfortunate, as cooking, or more precisely, chopping things, has become a way for me to de-stress. Since there isn’t much time for cooking, I’ve reverted back to my normal trial time ritual of seeing if I can finish a bottle of whiskey before the trial ends. One would think that, as sleep-depriving as trial work can be, how is there enough time for whiskey? The answer is that, because trials tend to make you have to drink coffee far into the evening, having a nip at the end of the day helps you get to sleep.
A friend just started a food blog, and reading her first post has made me particularly hungry for well-prepared food. But, as I write this post from the bus, I know that, because I have a couple hours of work still ahead of me and an early Saturday morning meeting tomorrow, Sarah and I will likely have to suffer through something that comes in a styrofoam delivery container.
I am proud to announce that this blog now has 10 followers. I am going to celebrate this milestone with a bag of cool ranch doritos I found in my office.