Henry and the School Photos

Posted on May 16, 2013 by Jennie

Henry is nothing if not personable and feeling.

He’s hilarious.

He’s sweet and loving.

He’s dramatic.

In short, he has no problems sharing his feelings. Nope, no problems at all–we never doubt his happiness, his sadness or his annoyance at our utter stupidity.

“WHY would you make me wear this coat to protect me from the pounding rain today, you idiot? I will NOT, I repeat, will NOT stick my arm in that arm hole.” or “Who do you think you are with your prunes and your spinach? I’m not going to eat that crap? Don’t you even know who I am? I’m HTDB! I OWN you! (truth)”

Thus, the kid with a million emotions had zero problems sharing his feelings about having his school photo taken last month…or five months prior. (See: Exhibit)

Exhibit

Here is how I would caption these two gems:

Left: “Stoned tiny soccer hooligan with a penchant for plaid and the Pittsburgh Pirates appeases photographer with smug grin–sticks tongue out in act of defiance.” (note the glazed eyes)

Right: “Disgusted baby makes photographer cry with glares–goes on to destroy fake draw bridge prop in act of baby fury over being forced to sit through a school photo shoot against a cheesy yet ironic babbling brook background.”

The irony is that we’ve taken probably 4,321 happy photos of Henry at home with our iPhones—but try to get a professional shot of this kid and… apparently, you’ll be sorry.

6 Reasons I’m Voting “Yes” to Fluoridate Portland’s Water

Posted on April 21, 2013 by Jennie

I’m a mom and a wife. If there were a job description for mom/wife, it would include: “protecting your family’s health.” I worry that my son, who currently has the cutest little chicklet teeth you’ve ever seen at 10 months old, will not be able to keep those cute teeth forever, because he’ll inevitably have unneeded dental challenges from growing up with a non-fluoridated water supply. Supporting fluoride in our water is supporting his dental health, my dental health and my husband’s dental health. A+ job, Mom!
Those cute chicklet teeth may not stay cute forever with no fluoride to help them out.
I like my teeth. And I’d like to keep them strong, healthy and… in my head–and I bet you’d like to keep yours that way too. The only cavity I’ve ever had has occurred since my time living in Portland. I can’t prove, of course that an absence of fluoridated water made my cavity, but I can tell you that, by no fault of my own (I’m incredibly enthusiastic about dental care), I’ll get more cavities if I continue on in a city without fluoride in the water. Many of the comment trolls from my last post have suggested I should just move if I want fluoride in my water. And you know what? I MIGHT move —-but before I go, I’m going to do my damnedest to ensure I leave my mark by helping pass this initiative!
I turned out okay–and so did everyone I know who grew up with fluoridated water. Many who support the anti-fluoride movement claim fluoride has negative health effects, lowers your IQ, etc.—but, among those of you who, like me, grew up with a fluoridated supply….do you have any negative health effects associated with fluoride? I certainly don’t.
I believe in critical thinking but I don’t believe in conspiracy theories. (Okay, I kinnnnddda believe in a JFK thing but that’s it!). The mere assumption that national and global governments are trying to poison our brains with fluoride is not only laughable, but it’s absurd.
I support health care initiatives for those less fortunate than I am–especially initiatives that benefit children. Aaron and I are not rich… we’re not even a little bit rich, but we get by okay. We can pay to have Henry’s teeth cleaned regularly and get a cavity filled if need be. But there are many moms and dads in Portland who can’t afford to do this. (Peer reviewed) Studies show a 25% reduction in tooth decay in communities with fluoridated water supplies.
You can see the benefits of fluoride, first-hand. I worked in dental for three years out of college and still count several hygienists and dentists among my friends. One hygienist friend told me she could tell just by looking at your teeth if you grew up in a community with fluoride. Just by looking. And what she say in the non-fluoride mouths, wasn’t pretty. That means that fluoride benefits not only the integrity of your teeth (on the inside), but also their appearance (on the outside). And many might argue that the way your teeth look is not important–but it is important in terms of socio-economic advantage.
Vote “YES” for fluoride!

Post-Bath Silliness

Posted on April 15, 2013 by Jennie

Oftentimes, Henry’s post-bath sillies involve streaking around the house completely absent of even a stitch of clothing. And while the risk of floor pee is great, we let him do it because the sight of his baby cellulite speckled buns crawling rapidly around the living room is hard to resist, as are his squeals of delight as we chase after him. But since Henry might not appreciate me posting pics of his naked butt online later in life (see: #babyshaming), I’ve abstained from sharing any of those. Can you imagine if he got Googled for a job interview in 20 years and his baby nudie was the first result?

Thankfully, Aaron and Henry had some safe for work/later in life job interviews post-bath silly time this weekend, resulting in some of my favorite Henry photos ever. Favorite, of course, because his tiny toothed smile sets my mommy heart a blaze!

As our friend Kay wrote on Facebook, “love this chick-let [teeth] phase.” And I have to agree, it is rather charming.

Henry and the post-bath sillies.

Memories from Kansas City

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Jennie

Aaron and I schlepped ourselves, Henry and all his equipment Kansas City last month to spend some quality time with our KC people. Per usual, Henry charmed them all! We had a great time and made memories to last a lifetime. Here are some of my favorite moments.

Henry and Great Grandpa

Henry and Great Grandma Esther

Henry Smells Flowers with Grandma Susan

What Happens in Kansas, Stays in Kansas

Sports Time with Papa T

Bye Bye Kansas City!

Henry Celebrates Baby Spirit Week at School

Posted on February 15, 2013 by Jennie

This week was spirit week at Henry’s ‘school’ because it turns out that babies ~~parents~~ are just as spirited as high school students!

I’d qualify Henry’s feelings of actual ‘spirit’ about this week as mediocre at best given that many of the daily dress-up challenges involved one of the following: 1) Getting dressed in the morning (not a fan), 2) Wearing a hat (not a fan) and 3) The touching of his hair (not a fan).

That said, he pulled through with flying colors and he ~~his parents~~ ended up being one of the more spirited participants. Here’s what the week looked like:

Monday: Mixed Up Patterns Day

We went with a mixed-up monkey theme on this one layering a sock monkey onesie underneath a beach monkey sleeper. Henry had monkeys on every inch of his chubby body, including his butt. He was fairly unimpressed as noted by his expression in this picture.

Henry is unamused by his mixed-up monkey outfit.

Tuesday: Hat and Cape Day

While Henry doesn’t yet own a cape, he is the disgruntled owner of a red/leopard patterned monkey hat. As he’s not fond of the hat putting on experience, affixing said hat to his giant head was met with a lot of resistance, but despite all odds (as calculated by Henry) he managed to come through it alive. Personally, I think he looks like a tiny Shriner when he wears it.

Henry, my tiny Shriner

Wednesday: Crazy Hair Day

Is it wrong to put product in your baby’s hair? Unsure, Aaron and I decide to proceed with putting product in our baby’s hair and thus our plans to attempt to create a massive amount of tiny spikes on Henry’s head for Crazy Hair Day with some sort of grown-up molding paste. It worked. We were impressed with ourselves–much more so than anyone else…or Henry.

We punk rocked out Henry’s hair for Crazy Hair Day.

Thursday: Red, Pink and Purple Day (for Valentine’s Day)

True to his roots, Henry decided to wear his red Adidas track suit, officially making him the coolest baby in class. Please note the awesome, homemade undershirt courtesy of our friend Mandy…now just to get a tiny baby boombox for his shoulder.

Henry hanging out in the coolest red outfit at school–his adidas track suit!

Friday: Pajama Jammy Friday (My description, not theirs)

Henry spends a lot of time in pajama looking outfits but for Pajama Jammy Friday he wore official little boy pajamas (pajamas that have two parts and don’t snap at the crotch) that GLOW IN THE DARK. I’m pretty sure the glow-in-the dark part is potentially a bit toxic so maybe I shouldn’t let him wear them too often but he looked awfully cute today.

Henry donned his super cool, glow-in-the-dark, two piece pajamas for Pajama Jammy Friday.

A Note About Love to Henry on His First Valentine’s Day

Posted on February 14, 2013 by Jennie

Dear Henry,

On this your first Valentines Day, I want you to know that you are loved–more than you’ll ever know, more than you could ever imagine, more than your dad and I could ever have dreamed. You are loved to the moon and the stars and back. You are loved to Pluto and other nearby galaxies that I can’t name. You are loved to infinity.

Your dad and I love you with the fierceness of a lion, the tenderness of a kitten and the immenseness of a giant black bear. In fact, loving you has changed us inside and out—our organics, our outlook on life and our wildest dreams. We cannot imagine life where we don’t love you.

Henry poses for his first Valentine’s Day photo!

Your family loves you with an unconditional blindness that spans big distances, shoddy technology and long lapses between kissing your pink cheeks. Their love for you is so strong that Mom and Dad can nearly feel it coming through the phone, the computer, their cards, their packages.

Your teachers at school adore you in a way I never expected–you make them smile and they miss you when you’re gone. They love you (almost) like they are your parents!

So know that all of these people will continue to love you throughout your entire life. And, together, we’ll support you in your decisions about who you love–no matter what that love looks like, be it girl or be it boy or be it trees, the sky or the stars…because ultimately, you’ll always be a baby faced little guy to all of us (even when you actually have a handsome man face) and nothing could change our love for you…especially not who you chose to love.

Henry Thomas, I encourage you to start loving early and start loving soon. You can’t understand these words yet, but I know you’re already pretty in love with life–I can’t wait to see how you grow to love others, love the world and love yourself.

Happy First Valentine’s Day, Little Boots. You are loved.

Mom

Henry sent out Valentines to his grandmas and grandpas with his heart-shaped little footprints on the cover.

3 Lessons Learned from Our First Family Vacation

Posted on January 1, 2013 by Jennie

Aaron, Henry, Newman and I took our first official family vacation to the Oregon Coast over the holiday break.

While the dreary, cold Oregon coast is a far cry from the steamy, hot tropical vacations of our past, it was convenient, relatively inexpensive and most importantly, not our living room—where we’ve spent seemingly 28 hours a day since having Henry.

First and foremost, we had a good time and it was really good to get away. I got to smell and hear the ocean which is always rejuvenating. Henry got to see and touch the ocean, which, while he’ll never remember it, makes his parents feel accomplished in some way.

“Our kid has touched the Pacific Ocean.” He can check that off his bucket list now.

Henry, meet the Pacific.

Proof.

It’s cold at the coast!

However, we did come away with some lessons learned, and they are as follows:

Your dog–remember him??–will do everything in his fur laden power to stifle even the slightest tinge of giddy you feel at sharing this experience with the new tiny person. Newman used to be the star of our vacations—we lived to see him romp in the ocean. This time, we spent less time romping about bitterly cold Oregon waters with a baby in tow and A LOT of time cooped up in a hotel room, doing a lot of tiny person activities like sleeping, eating and playing blocks. To ensure we fully understood how he felt about this change in vacation activity, Newman, our normally well behaved canine, pulled off the following shenanigans: a) he peed on our pile of dirty clothes b) he anger pooped in the car and c) the ONE time we left him in the room the entire trip, he managed to release the handicapped accessible door handle and let himself out of the hotel room. At a strange resort. In the rain. With no collar on. Luckily, he didn’t get far and was standing outside, confused, wet and waiting for us when we got back to the room, but it was a moment that truly made my heart sink considering what could have happened. Newman, 1 — Rest of Family, 0.
Newman pretended not to notice this little incident.
The best laid plans of mommies and men… need to be better laid plans when babies are involved. Rather than leave Portland at, say, a logical time, we chose to wait until Henry woke from a nap. To those of you non-parents not yet cringing, this means we now had two hours of totally awake baby in the car seat time. In all, the guy did his best, but there were some tense moments. Also, we failed to consider our dinner dining situation before leaving and ended up eating dinner on the road at the only place we could find open…. Shari’s. Whilst dining at Shari’s, Henry proudly shat himself and stunk up our whole section (bratty child at table behind us even announced, “Mommy, it smells like a dirty diaper over there!”) and Aaron was served a blatantly undercooked piece of chicken–like so undercooked it was pink. Thankfully, Aaron was not salmonella’d, and we were able to change Henry’s diaper in the ummm… uber clean Shari’s bathroom…but it was not an enjoyable Christmas dinner by any means.
The baby doesn’t give a crap about the [insert exciting destination] ocean. You know what he does give a crap about, however? Having his 12 pounds of poop filled diaper changed on the floor of the car, in a deserted, dirty beach parking lot, when its 40 degrees and windy, alongside the frigid Oregon coastline, sporting a a snotty, runny nose with cold, wet wipes being dragged up his teeny behind. #mommyfail
Angry diaper change coming soon….

I’m hoping that, as time marches on, and we learn/remember these important lessons, travel will get easier, but something tells me it’s just not that simple. And such…. we take a deep sigh, kiss those cute baby cheeks with all we’ve got, and continue on down this path they call parenthood.

For all his complaining, Newman had a pretty good time and in the end, the ocean part really was all about him!

Happy Holidays!

Posted on December 25, 2012 by Jennie

Happy Holidays from the Day-Burget/Burget family!

Why I’m Thankful for Chubby, Chubby Thighs

Posted on November 22, 2012 by Jennie

This Thanksgiving, perhaps more than any past, I have a lot to be thankful for.

Let’s just start with the simple things like emerging from pregnancy free of stretch marks, wine and co-workers who like to dress up for holidays…because costumes make work fun! Also, rain boots. Also, bright blue is ‘in’ right now and I look good in bright blue so I’m thankful for that. Oh and black pants which cleverly (or not so) disguise the seemingly many-inch wider hips I acquired not during but post-pregnancy. Hmpf.

Work costumes make work fun!

Most of all, of course, I’m so incredibly thankful for our son, Henry Thomas…. for his smiles, for his cries and definitely for his pouty face because this kid has opinions and I’m truly glad for that.

Henry sports one of the best baby pouts in all of baby pouting.

A face so pouty it makes you laugh!

I’m thankful for his increasingly cheerful demeanor and the fact that his daycare teachers tell me he’s “a flirt” and “the class charmer” –literally–every single day of the week. I’m thankful that he holds hands with his mini friends and plays and babbles and sings like it’s his occupation (and I guess it is).

I’m thankful for his good health and his chubby, chubby baby thighs, his gummy hillbilly grin and his pokey, puffy tummy. I’m thankful that zerbers on his ribs crack him up and that (light) smacks on his tiny, bare, baby buns make him giggle like he just can’t get enough.

I’m thankful that he loves Timber and Newman and more so, that he loves his mom and dad. I’m thankful that he loves people and fully embraces sitters, friends and family from the get go.

I’m super thankful he recently concluded that screaming his tiny face off during every car ride, is not, in fact, a requirement of car riding, but just an optional thing meant for ‘those’ babies. (certainly not meant for HIM) Furthermore, I’m thankful that he sleeps through the night like a champ–and has done so for going on three months now–and that he LIKES sleeping through the night.

I thank the medical gods every day for the snot sucker and I thank the biology gods that he has a perfectly shaped nose to suck things out of–and that it unflattened after his trip down the canal. I thank the toe gods that he has five of the cutest, itsy bitsiest, roly poliest toes on each foot that I’ve ever seen. And that he has five stubby fingers on each hand that he (kind of) knows how to use–especially when he’s ‘talking.’

Henry’s tiny fingers and hands are quite expressive.

I’m thankful for our local friends–our local family–for rallying around us after Henry’s early birthday–and bringing more food and love than we could ever have imagined.

And perhaps, most importantly, I am thankful for my husband who gave me Henry. And I’m VERY thankful for his seemingly endless patience (especially for a guy who is not super big on patience) and dedicated perseverance in guiding our family through a year and a half chock full of ups and chock full of downs…. for laughing with me through the ups and bringing me wine during the downs…. for appeasing my every pregnancy whim and for remaining calm in the depths of those crazy summer nights when our colicky, acid-refluxy child told us what he really thought about post-natal life (NOT a fan)–and without whom I would most definitely not have survived.

I’m thankful that he’s an awesome, hands-on, step up to the plate kind of dad who is not scared to change a diaper, make a bottle or dance the baby around the living room like a ballerina (a very manly one)–a dad who takes full responsibility for getting his kid ready in the mornings before work and who has no qualms about participating in the bedtime routine at night. I’m thankful that Henry thinks this man, my husband and his dad, is pretty awesome.

Henry thinks his dad is awesome.

And, even more importantly, I’m thankful that my husband took a chance on a silly blonde girl from Kansas just about seven years ago now–and that he has never asked me to change a single essence of my being–and on the contrary, seems to love and encourage even the crazy essences of my being–and loves me more and more every day.

I’m thankful that he has pushed me to become the person i’ve become (and I like her) and that, together, we’ve created a life I couldn’t have even imagined all those years ago (pre-Portland).

Aaron, you are truly, the love of my life. And I’m thankful that you exist.

Happy Thanksgiving.

5 Things You Should Never Say to New Parents

Posted on August 19, 2012 by Jennie

The weeks since Henry was born have been simultaneously amazing and terrifying — humbling and educational — all wrapped into one (currently) 11 lb 3 oz bundle of sweet, tiny man. Amazingly, this kid has survived under our novice care for ELEVEN weeks now and we don’t even think we’ve probably screwed him up that badly (yet)! Below, you can see how we’ve taught him to point to his ear like a GENIUS.

“Look at my ear! LOOK AT IT!”

That said, we’ve received countless hours of advice on how to ensure that we don’t mess this up — some of it helpful, maybe even useful — some of it well meaning, but, well… irritating too. Here are five of my favorites:

“I hate to tell you this, but this is the easy part.” Well I hate to tell YOU this, but imma poke you in your devil mouth if you say that again, dear friend. These first few months have been all about Hunger Games style survival, people. S.U.R.V.I.V.A.L. Our tiny wonder drew not only the colic card but also the acid reflux card. I’d take chasing a terd-ish toddler around the house over watching my wailing ward scream his sweet face off, any day… or any night. If THIS is the easy part, then no one on earth would ever have a second child — at least no one who had to sit helplessly by and watch their teeny person suffer night after night. So maybe this was the easy part for you — but please keep it to yourself lest I come unhinged at your expense.
“Are you breastfeeding?” Let me ask YOU a question: Are you my doctor? One of those sweet lactation ladies? No? Okay, well then, my breasts and what I do or don’t do with them are really none of your business and I’m simply flabbergasted that you think they might be. Would you ask me about my use of my breasts in any other situation? Would you ask AARON about my breasts? (Yes, people have done this) Did you answer ‘no?’ Thought so! Okay then, don’t ask us about it in this situation. You feeling totally entitled to ask this question, however, perpetuates the insanity in this country over breastfeeding and before I even answer you, I’m already feeling like I owe you an explanation as to why I’m not breast feeding at this point. INSANITY, I tell you! So, unless you and I regularly talk about my lovely lady lumps, leave the worrying about my boobs to me and I’ll extend you the same courtesy.
“Congratulations (on the pending birth of your child)!” I think this goes without saying but as someone who was congratulated on her flaccid, lifeless, swollen belly ten days POST partum, I beg of you to err on the side of caution in any situation involving pregnant looking women. There are few things that a hormonal new mom needs to be reminded about less than the fact that she’s sporting a squishy, super sexy, new kangaroo pouch on her front with no signs of it deflating any time soon.
“I only get about 5 hours of sleep a night too–and I don’t even have a baby.” Oh, I see! You want to compare YOUR five hours of sleep with MY five hours of sleep. Okay! Let’s do it! Did you wake up every 45 minutes to the sounds of a tiny gremlin tossing and grunting, moaning and sputtering in the corner of you room last night? Did said gremlin scream bloody murder for at least one of those five hours? Did you awake in a panic at least once, positive that your gremlin had SIDS’ed himself because how on earth are you equipped to make sure he survives the night? No? Okay, I win! YOU — shhhhhhhh!
“Sleep when the baby sleeps.” If only it were that easy. If only. But if I hear that one more time, know what will be easy? Screaming. At you.

Meet Henry on His One Month Birthday.

Posted on July 3, 2012 by Jennie

Well ahead of schedule, little Henry Thomas showed up a bit earlier than expected. Today, just three days after his official due date (June 30), we celebrate his one month birthday!

Post bathtime horror!

Henry’s birth story began on a Sunday morning at about 1:30 when I woke up to find that I *thought* my water had torn. That said, as with all parts of pregnancy, I was unsure about what was happening (it wasn’t all obvious like it is in the movies) so I spent about 30 minutes leafing through my pregnancy books and a couple websites before calling the doctor. (Didn’t want to be false labor lady, after all) Finally, I decided there was at least a good chance it was a broken bag of water so I called and the doctor said to go on in to the hospital.

I gently woke Aaron, not wanting to alarm him too much since I was almost sure we’d be going home because there was no way this could be labor — all the pain was in my back. We packed our bags and when we got to the hospital I was having really strong contractions, but never having had a baby, thought there was a good chance this was just really bad Braxton Hicks. (SPOILER ALERT: It wasn’t really bad Braxton Hicks)

They immediately checked us into a room and about the time the nurse said, “I’m not convinced this is your water breaking,” Henry broke it the rest of the way. It broke and broke and broke all over the bed. “Is this my water breaking?” I asked. She smiled, looked from me to Aaron and said, “You’re staying! THAT is your water breaking.”

My contractions came heavy and hard — all back labor — well before they could get an epidural in. I recall a LOT of f-bombs flying around the room and if memory serves, they all came out of my mouth. Some nice nurse reassured me this was totally acceptable and to let them fly. I did. By the time they actually got the epidural in, I was infinitely grateful for the pain relief — like could have kissed a stranger grateful. By then it was about 5:00 am and Aaron and I were both so excited to meet our the baby that I hardly worried about what was to come.

That said, the epidural ‘slipped out’ of my spine and into a vein around 8:00 am at which point I found myself in a world of pain again. Luckily, the anesthesiologist came down quickly and gave me a second epidural that stuck this time. Thank god.

Throughout the morning, we napped and laughed and waited in eager anticipation. At about 1:00 pm, the doctor came in and about about 45 minutes of pushing, we met our tiny man! It was overwhelming and surreal and amazing all at once — I don’t think either of us quit smiling for the rest of the day.

First family photo.

Despite his being four weeks early, Henry is thriving and doing great. He spent the first two weeks of his life not super interested in eating, but once he figured out how great food is, he chunked up right away! He now loves long walks in the stroller and having his hair washed but really, really, really dislikes bath time and cool breezes.

All that explained, the last month has been a whirlwind of craziness and love, laden with long nights, a slightly disheveled mom and a rockstar dad who went from babyphobic, to master baby burper in the blink of an eye. I’m almost 100% back in action and as soon as Henry gets his nights and his days right, I’m very hopeful we’ll all start getting some sleep.

Our friends and family have been incredible throughout this whole experience but particularly since Henry was born. I don’t think one kid could be born into a world that loves him any more and for that, Aaron and I are infinitely grateful to you all.

And, one quick month later, we’re infinitely grateful to this tiny soul who entered our lives with a bit of gusto and fanfare, and without whom we could never imagine a future. Happy Birthday, Henry!

The pucker face kills me!

32 Weeks and Growing… A Lot.

Posted on May 5, 2012 by Jennie

The last time I wore pants with zippers was at about 17 weeks gestation– this was taken at 16 weeks and after taking it, I remember thinking my belly looked huge (hence the maternity pant shopping spree the following week)…

Baby D-B belly, 16 weeks.

THIS, however, taken 16 weeks later (today), is just downright ridiculous. Can we all just agree on that? And, you know what’s even more ridiculous? At 8 months or 32 weeks pregnant, this monster (the belly, not Baby D-B) could grow for another NINE weeks. NINE. (The doctor says he’ll let me go as long as 41 weeks.)

Baby D-B belly, 32 weeks.

Nesting.

Posted on April 29, 2012 by Jennie

So, evidently, we’re going to be parents…

Doesn't all nesting begin at Ikea?

No pressure but if you mess this up your child will most certainly die.

"Step back. I've got this."

"Loving my new bed!"

"Soon. Yet not soon enough."

Crib? Check.

Third Trimester Has Begun.

Posted on April 2, 2012 by Jennie

Someone asked Aaron recently, “Is Jennie showing yet?”

Third Trimester Belly (27 Weeks, 2 Days)

Umm. Yes. Jennie is definitely showing. Because third trimester has begun. Last Saturday to be precise.

I feel like I have been pregnant forever. But I also feel like I have forever to go. This whole experience has been such a roller coaster ride of feelings and emotions — lots of sickness, but more recently, utter amazement at this living, breathing, thing rolling around inside.

My third trimester goal is to live in the moment — not just anticipate what’s next. Because I know I’ll never do this again and I don’t want to forget any of it. Okay, maybe the first trimester. But not much since.

So, hello, third trimester. Nice to meet you. I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

My 5 Pregnancy Cravings

Posted on March 22, 2012 by Jennie

While I think of these more as demands from the womb, rather than piddly pregnancy cravings (this really downplays their power), I’ve had a couple notable changes to my diet since becoming pregnant. (I’m sharing because I get asked this question nearly every week):

Baby D-B loves McDonald's cheeseburgers!

McDonalds Cheeseburgers.
Cake. Any type. Any time. Just bring mama cake. I even peer pressured Aaron into buying me an ENTIRE cake at Whole Foods recently. It was delicious and we ate the entire thing (over the course of five days).
Doritos (for a brief week in December). Nacho Cheese. Cool Ranch. I’m flexible.
Sugary cereals like Apple Jacks and Fruit Loops.
Mexican. (though I ‘crave’ this with or without my womb-mate, so I’m not sure this qualifies)

Other pregnant ladies — are you craving sugar like me or totally other things?

The Day(ly)-Burget

Day(ly) is a lie.

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