Salty About Sweets

Last night I came to a realization: I am newly addicted to sugar. I was in bed watching TV, scouring the pantry in my head as to what we had for a treat. We had NOTHING! I started sweating, getting the shakes and immediately I felt uncomfortable. I wasn't sure I'd make it through the night without a sweet treat. I then thought of the baking goods shelf - a light bulb went off inside my head: instant pudding! Furiously whipping up the mix and milk, Kurt walked in the kitchen and caught me! I was ashamed to show the lack of will power I had at that moment. I never liked sweets - I used to prefer a bag of chips not a bag of sugar. I'm blaming all of this on Baby Ames; apparently this little peanut likes his/her sugar! I'll have to perfect my baking skills for birthdays, holidays, sleep-overs and more.


We're at ten weeks today and Baby Ames is the size of a prune. I'm sorry but why do the baby websites have to always equate the size of the baby to something sweet? It's torture for me! 


I'm still feeling great! A bit more hormonal, but even before the baby I would cry at the littlest things - including someone getting kicked of The Apprentice. 


I'm starting to get the "nesting bug." I cleaned out our closet yesterday and it felt amazing. Next week, I'll be focusing on the guest bedroom closet. Speaking of guest bedroom, I'm starting to put together ideas for the nursery! I'll share my ideas once I get a more cohesive plan together!


Also, I know I can be boring so I'm going to have guest writers on here too! Be prepared to read from other view points. And if any of you would like to contribute, please let me know!! The more the merrier, right?


Stay tuned for next week - in the meantime, I'll be enjoying my donuts and cupcakes!