Feeling footloose and fancy free after getting my elastic waistband pregnant lady jeans in the mail, Husband and I decided to head to the 10th arrondissement for a little adventure. And by adventure, I mean tacos and burritos. That’s right: I wanted spicy salsa. Real guacamole. And a homemade tortilla stuffed with meat and cheese…
Me: My belly is starting to stick out, huh? Husband: Yep, totally. Me: It’s so weird! Husband: Yeah! (pause) So do you feel like your butt is getting bigger too? Me: WHAT?!? I actually liked my butt until you said that?! What the….!(&&#!*$ Husband: (looking at me honestly) No, I mean, do you feel like…
Someone reached my blog by googling the phrase “dog sled poop.” I find that immensely entertaining. I wonder if they were really disappointed when they got here? Like, dude! Where’s all the dog sled poop!? One measly post about husky poo is all I get?
Sometimes the French language is hard to understand. But do you know what’s even harder? French menus that have been translated into English. I’m telling you: Don’t ever ask for the English menu. You’d have better luck pointing randomly at the French one and just hoping for the best. I’m not sure if it’s the…
So after I posted that I’d be forgoing skiing in the Alps because of my preggo status and taking up dog sledding instead, several people commented that rigging myself up on a rickety sled pulled by several aggressive huskies might in fact be more dangerous than sailing down the slopes on a pair of skis.…
Husband turns thirty-something today. I say thirty-something because he’s feeling old (older than me!) and not spelling out the exact state of his aged-ness might soften the blow a bit. But just in case, I prepared him a chocolate peanut butter pie in which to drown all of his old-person sorrows. And since his sorrows…
Bonjour! Apologies for the radio silence dear readers, but I’ve been soaking in the sunshine at the base of Mont Blanc. Yes, it is sunnier and warmer in Chamonix than it is in Paris. I’m wearing sunblock. I might never leave. Since I’m a lame pregnant lady, I can’t do much skiing. But I have…
It’s cold here in Paris. And I don’t think I’ve seen the sun in, oh, almost 3 weeks. I know I won’t garner much sympathy, what with a major blizzard slamming the midwest. And the fact that I am still in Paris. But it’s getting depressing around here! It’s endlessly gray and dismal, and they’ve…
A day in the life of a newly pregnant me: Get up early to do new years resolution yoga. Stop halfway through to eat an orange. Lie prone on the couch for a while. Eat breakfast #1. Eat breakfast #2. Shower, feel refreshed, make a to-do list. Finish first item on the list then promptly…
Last week Husband and I had to go in to the American Hospital for something called the One Day Test. Since I’ve never been preggo in America, I have no idea if the equivalent exists there. But here it’s a big deal. You go get blood work done, then get an echographie with a specialist…
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