Cheese curls make me happy

My last post was informing everyone about how people can once again comment on this blog but I guess it is a little hard to comment when there is nothing to comment on. Oops.

I have plenty of excuses, like I've been sick and Olivia's been sick and I've been trying to be a good employee and work so I don't get fired (which might happen anyway given the state of the newspaper industry these days) and I'm just busy and pregnant and tired and UUUUGGHHGHGHGH I'm so f*&(mailto:$*%5E@#%#ing SICK OF WINTER it isn't even funny and I guess I just didn't think anyone would want to listen to me whine like this. And frankly I'm sick of hearing it myself so I'll try to move on and talk about things that are more exciting.

I'll start with my belly and the little person inside of it. I'm 18 weeks along now. My belly is growing, along with my appetite. The other day, I felt a little tap tap tapping going on in there and I forgot how amazing that feeling is. I took the tapping to be morse code and translated the code as follows: "Mommy, I would like some cheese curls, please."
Now I am not one to deprive my children of the things they need, so I proceded to rush out and purchase some cheese curls. I never buy cheese curls. I don't know if I have ever bought cheese curls before, except for when throwing parties, because doesn't every party require a bowl of bright orange cheesy puffs?
Anyway, I digress. My point is my newest craving is cheese curls. All I can think about right now is cheese curls. I have some on my desk. I can see them from here. They are calling to me. But it is only 10 a.m. and I feel like eating cheese curls before noon is like having a drink before noon. You just shouldn't do it.
But when that clock strikes 12, I'm all over them.
Contrary to what this entry seems to be indicating, I'm actually doing quite well on the weight gain side of things this go-round. I have a feeling that may have something to do with (a) having a stomach flu not long ago and (b) chasing Olivia around the house during every second of our waking hours.
She is getting more and more fun by the day, but also more and more defiant and naughty. I know it is her learning to test limits, judge reactions and just generally be a typical toddler but seriously, that little girl has got a serious stubborn streak. But she's also so unbelievably loveable and silly and fun that I don't mind her occasional tantrums. In fact, they kind of make me laugh because they are just so dramatic. She is a clone of my husband in every respect.
Anyway, in a couple of weeks, I will find out the sex of this little cheese curl in my belly. But for now, I wait. I wait and I wait and I wait. It seems to be the story of my life anymore, waiting. And when I'm not waiting, I'm trying to slow time down. When you want time to fly, it drags. When you want it to drag, it flies.
Is there no normal speed? Why is it all slo-mo or fast-forward? Wtf?
Ok, that's all I've got for now. I can't resist the urge. I'm going for the cheese curls. It is 10:25. But it's not like I'm reaching for a vodka cranberry or anything, it's only a cheese curl. Or 20.

*ed. note: # of times I said "cheese curl" in this entry: 12. That's saying something (it's saying that I'm crazy).