Ahhh so here is our safe space to write about crazy lil thing called pregnancy, called dreams, called baby two (for Jenni three) called long distance friendship, called cravings ha
Reading through Jenni's first two post made me (hate to say it) laugh out loud. I can hear her voice narrating through her jokes, and know exactly how freaking serious she is being about those cravings because ONE) She's a foodie and TWO) I'm right there with her!

These days I've been craving fruit with peanut butter and honey. I did this throughout my first pregnancy also. Only alteration being that the fruit laid on a mattress of bread which is only of the many no no's I contribute my 60 (!!!) pound weight gain to.

Since I am 30 this time around (not a cute 22 like the first go around) and 15 pounds heavier than I was at my starting point when I was 22... I have no room for garnish beds of bread.

I do however have plenty of gluttony in my night time activity. Noo that does not refer to the nightlife of the neon and dance floors, but rather instead the creepy crazy sexually nuts scary and just straight jacket weird dreams my vivid pregnancy mind has gifted me with.

What better to do with such presents than present them to you!


So stay turned details limiting above and beyond TMI to come!