Oops

I probably should have mentioned that everything is fine. I feel great. I might be starting to show a bit. I am also suffering from the requisite heartburn. And I told people at work about Spanky’s existence. So all-in-all, the second trimester gets 2 thumbs up.

I am going to the dr. on Friday. This will hopefully be the last visit with the bad dr. before completely transitioning to the midwife. I am hoping for a quick visit, where they are likely to remind me that gluten-free is the equivalent of malnourished. But on the good side, I will probably get to hear the heartbeat.

Spanky Lou rejects hot dogs

Hot dogs have been a staple of my diet FOREVER. I can eat like 6 at a time. And in general, I don’t eat hot dogs any place but home. You never know if non-home hot dogs are all beef, without preservatives, or blessed by a higher authority (I will discuss the bacon exception in another post). Except for Costco. I LOVE hot dogs at Costco. And then there is the bun thing (I will discuss my less than disciplined gluten-free diet in yet another post).

Anyway, Jason, Spanky and I went to see Bruce Springsteen last night. It was a grand adventure. Apocalyptic thunder storms, crazy bad traffic and the most ridiculous drunk people I have ever seen. And I thought the perfect dinner might be a football stadium hot dog. I was mistakenly convinced that it would be similar to a Fenway frank (another exception to the at-home only hot dog rule). But no. I should have known…the hot dog sort of tasted like it was cooked a week ago.

And then Spanky or my stomach decided that it didn’t like this hot dog. I will spare you the details. However, we did have to be those lame people that left the concert early. I am willing to chalk it up to one bad dog, rather than swearing off an entire food group. But I worry. What if we have created a child that actually doesn’t like hot dogs?

Egg and cheese

In my first blatant disregard of the rules of gluten-free living, I had an egg and cheese sandwich from Dunkin’ Donuts today. I ABSOLUTELY had to have one. So I did. Nothing terrible happened. But I just won’t make this a regular occurrence. It was damn good.