Post by Sage on Jan 25, 2016 12:58:05 GMT -5
I hate bring pregnant, the cravings are annoying as hell. Like why does the baby want Persies of all things? Seriously? My child is very weird because I don't even like progress. Whose bright idea was it to invent such a thing? Regardless, I find myself standing in the kitchen frying up some perogies for lunch, finding that they actually don't smell too bad. Mama came by earlier this week to stock my fridge with home made goods, telling me that I should be saving my energy because the baby is due very soon. I can't wait to get them out because my back has been killing me recently.
I finish frying up the food and put them onto a plate, smothering them in butter before sitting at the table. They're pretty good, I'll admit, they satisfy the cravings at least even if I don't want to be eating them. Why did it have to be Perogies of all the things little Jay? I ask silently, a smile crossing my lips. Perhaps it's not so bad, soon I can go back to hating perogies and life can be normal. Though honestly how normal can it be with a new baby. I just hope it doesn't cry for hours like Violet used to.
Once my meal is done, I put the dishes into the sink and decide I need a nap. Honestly I've had no energy the last few weeks as I've gotten closer to the due date. I pad into the bedroom and carefully lay on my side, a hand resting protectively on my stomach as I drift off into a restful sleep.
I awaken a few hours later to the sound of the front door unlocking, Jace is home. I sit up carefully, finding that I'm feeling a bit better and stand up, slipping on some slippers and make my way towards the front room. "Welcome home, love" I say, smiling.
I finish frying up the food and put them onto a plate, smothering them in butter before sitting at the table. They're pretty good, I'll admit, they satisfy the cravings at least even if I don't want to be eating them. Why did it have to be Perogies of all the things little Jay? I ask silently, a smile crossing my lips. Perhaps it's not so bad, soon I can go back to hating perogies and life can be normal. Though honestly how normal can it be with a new baby. I just hope it doesn't cry for hours like Violet used to.
Once my meal is done, I put the dishes into the sink and decide I need a nap. Honestly I've had no energy the last few weeks as I've gotten closer to the due date. I pad into the bedroom and carefully lay on my side, a hand resting protectively on my stomach as I drift off into a restful sleep.
I awaken a few hours later to the sound of the front door unlocking, Jace is home. I sit up carefully, finding that I'm feeling a bit better and stand up, slipping on some slippers and make my way towards the front room. "Welcome home, love" I say, smiling.
