Hello! I have been one heck of a blogging slacker of late - due to lots going on here at the homestead. So, I've got some time to post and of course, it's one that some with *ahem* delicate sensitivities may want to skip over. Consider yourself warned.
Some backstory. I am 19 weeks pregnant and I have an extraordinarily sensitive stomach. However, whilst pregnant, the
sensitivities tend to disappear - honestly, I feel my best when I am
pregnant. I know. Good genes.
Due to the lack of
gastrointestinal sensitivities, I tend to be a bit more, um,
experimental these days and I also tend to give in to my pregnancy cravings.
Which can be a bit of a lethal combination. Over the course of the last
twenty-four hours, I have eaten several clementines, two pears, a pint
of blueberries, a bag of funyuns (uh huh), microwave popcorn and a turkey sandwich on wheat.
Nothing too out of the ordinary - except, of course, for the funyuns.
Let's just have a moment to consider the funyuns.
*moment*
*moment over*
Like
I said, all that fruit, the sandwich and the delicious crispy fake
onion treats proved to be a bit of a lethal combination. My stomach had
been churning all day, but suffice it to say that by this afternoon and
copious consumption of bottled water I assumed that I had borne the
brunt of the "storm."
Feeling fine, I picked up Charlotte from
school and we headed to the grocery store to pick up some essentials
like trash bags, diet vanilla coke zero (manna from heaven) and
hershey's dark chocolate syrup. You know, the essentials that I can't
get during my weekly grocery run to Whole Foods. I loaded Charlotte
into the cart and headed up aisle #1.
*Gurgle*
Crap.
Literally. I mean, we are talking the type of gurgle where you KNOW you
need to find a loo and quick. With my 20 month old in tow, I yanked her
out of the cart and hauled ass into the public, multi-stalled rest
room. I don't know if I speak for anyone else, but I had no shortage of
inner turmoil over what to do with my daughter while I took care of
business. So I pulled her ON TO MY LAP. In the public restroom. It was
really the lesser of two evils, the other evil being her extreme
curiosity with the large space between the stall and the restroom at
large.
We chatted (yes, we chatted) - I took care of business -
and there was a lot of hand-washing post haste and really, no worse for
the wear.
Honestly, I am stumped. What would have been the better choice in that - or a future - situation?
Besides, of course, skipping the funyuns.