Let them eat cake.

There are positives and negatives to living with a pregnant woman. Especially when living a pregnant woman with out of control cravings.

I'm pretty sure that the drive-thru employees at the local Burger King know my voice now by now. I've somehow found myself there three times during the past week for my dear, dear Coke Icees. 

I've eaten nine chicken taquitos in the past 72 hours.

During my pregnancy with Remy, I gained 28 pounds. My husband gained 20. It's only logical that if I'm constantly craving greasy diner food, that he will also be eating greasy diner food. No worries though. We both buckled down after Remy was born and after a round of p90x (good God, those 90 days were torture), le husband was twenty pounds lighter and I looked like this at 5 months post baby.

Anyways, I had the major envies for Funfetti cake today. 

And that made me the kids' favorite person in the history of the world.

....

I had this conversation with Olivia tonight.

Her: Mom, what are high school parties?

Me: I'm guessing that it's a bunch of high school kids that throw a party.

Her: Yeah, do you think I could do that one day?

Me: Well, what would you be doing at one of these parties?

Her: I don't know. Dancing. Going wild. Throwing TV's out of windows.

Lord help me.