Hold me closer, tiny avocado.

In the picture to the right you are the size of a tiny olive (9 weeks) and already you are pulling my heartstrings something mighty. I don't know how something so tiny can have such a power over me already, but there you have it. You, my little fetus, have me wrapped around your miniscule little finger.

But you aren't so tiny anymore, you are growing! You are now the size of an avocado. I bet you are the most darling avocado too. In about a week we'll find out if you are a he or a she and I can't begin to tell you how excited we are to see you again!

Food...blegh.

Yes, you've come to the right blog. The blog that is supposed to be about my love of food and drink and yet...blegh. At 11 weeks preggo I am having a hard time loving much of anything these days. Things I once loved, I now detest. The smell of certain foods is enough to make me gag. And the food/drinks I love (sushi, coffee, soft cheese, BOOZE) are strictly off limits! I've actually lost weight! I always imagined pregnacy to be a time of unbridled indulgence - a dream for this food lover! But no, it is a cruel,cruel foodie nightmare. On the bright side of things, it seems that the nausea is diminshing so I'll be happy to finally have an appetite back.

Next week we will be in Costa Rica for the honeymoon we never took. I'm looking forward to the beach, sunshine, and lots of relaxation.

I was lost and now I'm found.

This blog was almost lost in cyberspace forever. Almost.

Someone told me I should start a blog. I kind of laughed because I've been (not) blogging since 2006. Finding this blog was like visiting me four years ago. So much has changed, and so much hasn't. It feels weird to continue posting here - but also the idea of having one's thoughts preserved in this manner, however mundane or trivial, really excites me.

I wish I would have kept my posts about myspace (myspace!) for posterity's sake.