A quote like that wouldn’t have been far off-the-mark this afternoon as I walked downstairs to confront a prostrate S sprawled half way down the stairs begging me to walk out to Tendean Plaza to buy some pumpkin.
Lets rewind a little.
Yesterday we did a meal plan for the next week and I went off to shop for it all. Kemchicks was out of pumpkin so I figured whatever we were making we could just substitute in spuds.
Spuds for pumpkin — what folly!
All afternoon S had been enveloped in a mist of pumpkin desire till, upon opening the fridge door, she realised to her horror that all the pumpkin had left the building.
I’d read online a few days previously about pregnant wives beating their husbands out of the house at 3am to go get some ice-cream, but, aside from keeping a good store of ice-cream, I figured we’d somehow dodged that particular bullet. It seems I was wrong. Very wrong.
I say in all honesty that if I’d refused to go get the pumpkin we’d have had the first Hysterical Performance of the pregnancy, but as it had been such a great afternoon and as the pumpkin shop is a mere ten minutes walk away, I got the pumpkin.
Why such a great day?
Today we got to see the bub again — all 1.60cm of her and listened to her alligator heart beat like a drum. As with the first time, we walked out of the clinic dumb-founded with silly grins on our faces — smiles that really didn’t leave till a pumpkin emergency jolted us awake.
Sitting here now, gazing at the baby-pics, our smiles are well and truly back and we just can’t wipe them off.
She really is beautiful.
Very cute.Glad to see she has Sam’s good looks.