First of all, here's a picture of my breakfast and my number one food craving for the last month or so:
I wish I could say it's the grapes or the water.....does anyone actually crave water? Probably not....but no, it's the chocolate croissant. I swear I could eat these all day. I don't. But I think I could. And it's so weird because I didn't even really like them before I got pregnant. Actually, those of you that know me really well know that I don't even really like sweet stuff at all. If there's dessert, I'll take a piece but I usually only have a couple of bites and then I give it to someone else or throw the rest out. I don't know why, I just get overwhelmed by the sweetness and it becomes to much for me really quickly. Kind of like when you get too much feta cheese...it's like an overdose at some point and you just can't go any further. Anyway, pregnant Tara craves sweets...and especially chocolate croissants...and any kind of threshold just doesn't seem to exist. I probably eat these about 3 or 4 times a week for breakfast which is so not healthy. But that's nothing compared to the damage I did last night! First I gave into an ice cream craving, which I gotta pat myself on the back for because I hadn't had ice cream for a whole week until last night. That's a pretty major accomplishment these days. But then...Antonis came home with baklava. BAKLAVA! I had just had a conversation about how I don't even like baklava because it's soooooo incredibly sweet and sticky and just way too much. But apparently at 2am, after already having two scoops of ice cream just 3 hours earlier, pregnant Tara thinks baklava is amazing. And then I eat a chocolate croissant for breakfast?!?!?!?! I need an intervention!
Don't worry. I know myself. Now that I've admitted to losing complete control of my dietary situation, I'll be more diligent about getting back on track. This was a little self intervention...as embarrassing as it is to admit that I ate my weight in sugar over the last 12 hours, it was a necessary self intervention. Oh, and please don't send me any boring "Don't worry, you're pregnant, you can eat what you want, you'll lose the weight later" messages because I might attack you.....Not for real. Just with words. I've noticed my hormones have changed my personality a bit lately. I'm not the over sensitive crier anymore. Now I have no patience for anything and I go from zero to pissed off and yelling in seconds....oh wait a minute, that sounds a bit like the old Tara. Awww, she's back! I'm joking. Kind of. Actually my patience was pretty good last night considering the insanely annoying conversation I had with Antonis after we ate the giant pieces of baklava.
And now I'm finally getting that I had planned to write about from the beginning....wow I really get sidetracked these days. Anyway it doesn't matter, I needed to discuss my recent unhealthy food choices. Now that that's done, here is a transcript of the conversation I had with my husband last night about ordering things for the baby online. I've chosen some things I think we'll need and I was going through the list with him to get his opinion but also to get him to help translate the descriptions of the products so I can make sure I'm ordering what I think I'm ordering. Also keep in mind that he'd had a few glasses of ouzo with his brother last night....that might give you a better visual of what I'm doing with my face in the moments where he's laughing hysterically at his own jokes. Anyway, here's how the conversation went:
Tara: I want to order this stuff tomorrow so can you pleeeeeease focus for me?
Antonis: Yep I'm focused. Hey, Captain America's on!
Tara: Ok but can you pause it for just like 15 minutes?
Antonis: Yep.
Tara: Captain America's stupid, do you really want to watch that? Bridesmaids is on too, that'll be way funnier.
Antonis: You don't like Captain America?
Tara: I don't like Captain anything. Can you look at this now?
A: Yep
T: Ok. So first I want to get this baby carrier. I chose this one. But what does 'thesi sti plati' mean?
A: It means you can carry the baby on your back. So this one you can use in the front and the back
T: Good! That's exactly what I want. It comes in grey or black but I picked the grey, is that ok with you?
A: Yeah that's fine
T: you'll still feel manly in the grey
A: yep
T: good! Ok this is the stroller I picked but you've already seen this because we talked about it 2 days ago. But I decided to add the diaper bag as well. Is that ok?
A: yeah. Are you sure you don't want to watch Captain America?
T: you can watch whatever you want if you just get through this with me first. Ok, the next thing is the breast pump. I don't know anything about breast pumps but I want one that's manual, I don't need anything electric, and I want it to come with a couple of bottles. I picked this one, can you translate the description for me?
A: (he's laughing about breast pumps until I glare at him and he gets the impression that he shouldn't be laughing about breast pumps) Ok it says.......EXPLOSION OF MILK INTO BUCKETS BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
T: It doesn't say explosion of milk! Come on, focus! This isn't funny, this is how I'm going to be feeding your baby, it's serious so can you tell me what the thing says?!
A: I'm not kidding, the first sentence says "explosion of milk into buckets" hahahahahahahahaha
T: I'm not a cow! It doesn't say "explosion" or "buckets" anywhere!
A: It does!
T: Maybe it says "expulsion"
A: No, it says explosion. What's expulsion?
T: it means to take something out
A: yeah, so is an explosion
T: explosion implies something more violent, I will not be exploding milk from my breasts!
A: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
T: Oh my god, shut up! Tell me what this says.
A: Ok, so it's for "taking out milk into buckets" (looks at me with a look that says, "is that a better way to say it Your Highness?)
T: IT'S NOT GOING INTO A BUCKET!! Cows and sheep milk into buckets, I need to put milk in a bottle, it must say bottle
A: ok, it says bottle. Whatever. So it's a hand pump, it comes with 2 bottles, 2 nipples and the machine that goes on your boob and you suck the milk out. Ok?
T: Yeah I guess so
A: But there's an electric one too. It also has a hand pump so if the power goes out again then you can pump it by hand
T: yeah but it's double the price and I don't really need anything electric.
A: EXPLODING MILK BAHAHAHAHA OUT OF BAHAHAHA YOUR BREASTS HAHAHAHAHAHA!
T: you're an idiot. Ok, next is the cushion that needs to go on top of the change table. I picked this one.
A: That one's ugly. What's the brown thing on it. It looks like shit. There's probably going to be shit on it once and while anyway, why would you pick one with a picture of poo on it?
T: It's not a picture of shit, it's a teddy bear! A brown teddy bear!
A: This one is nicer, with the giraffe driving a car. Then we can talk about driving while we're changing her diaper and not the shitty bear
T: you're going to talk to a newborn about driving?
A: yeah why not, it's better then shit!
T: It's not shit!! It's a....ok fine, you want the giraffe, we'll get the giraffe. It's 10 euros cheaper anyway so it's probably best. Ok, this is the next thing we need to get. Can you read the description for me?
A:......PACKAGE OF 12 MUSLIMS FOR 24.99???? What kind of terrorist magazine is this you're reading? BAYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
T: It doesn't say MUSLIMS it says MUSLINS!! With an "N" on the end!
A: Whatever! From exploding milk and now muslims...you're reading terrorist propaganda that's been disguised as a baby magazine hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
T: Oh my god. I'm about to go all kinds of terrorist on you in a minute. OK and this package of cloths....I can't decide if we need the cloths or if I should just get the muslins for cleaning up puke and milk, and then we have the baby wipes for changing her diaper. Maybe I don't even need cloths. But then I'll need a cloth to give her a bath. I don't know what do you think?
A: you're ordering 12 muslims. You can use those for cleaning up everything
T: please stop saying muslims. And muslin's aren't used for diaper changing or baths, they're just for keeping around in case she pukes or whatever
A: oh I don't know, you know better.
T: I'm tired.
A: Captain America?
T: .........(exasperated sigh)...Captain America.
Just a couple of pictures because I haven't put any up in a while. Last night I met with 2 of my lovely ladies, Johanna and Melina. Johanna you've met before, my beautiful and amazing friend from Sweden. Melina is also beautiful and amazing, and she visits every summer from Holland. She brought a gift for baby Eleni which was very cute and gave me an idea....
Please excuse the creepy Children of the Corn type look on her face, it's just my terrible photography skills because she's really very cute. Anyway, so it's a little Dutch girl doll and also a baby bottle with a Dutch scene on it. Very sweet! But my idea is that maybe I'll collect dolls for her from around the world. We are so lucky to have so many friends and family in different countries in the world that maybe I'll start asking people to be on the look out for little dolls like this that represent the country it's from. Just a thought. Could be fun! But it might end up being more fun for mommy than baby so I don't know, I'll think about it.
This has nothing to do with anything I talked about today. It's just a man and his donkey selling vegetables outside of my house. It was an interesting moment though because not only was the man and his donkey selling vegetables, but there were 3 gypsy's trying to sell stuff too....1 in a van selling bed sheets and rugs, 1 old lady on foot selling table cloths and 1 old man on foot selling, fish I think? Anyway, it was 10:00am and they were all shouting out what they were selling and the prices, each one trying to be louder than the other....my god, it was so loud I couldn't even think! Somehow Antonis slept through the whole thing. You always get people coming up and down your street yelling at the top of their lungs trying to get people out of their houses to come and buy whatever they're selling, but you never have 4 of them at the same time! It was a bit much
That's about it for today. Now I'm going to tidy up the house, order the baby stuff that I 'discussed' with Antonis last night and then I'm going to make this:
(mmmmmmm ooey gooey melty chocolaty goodness)
I wish I could say it's the grapes or the water.....does anyone actually crave water? Probably not....but no, it's the chocolate croissant. I swear I could eat these all day. I don't. But I think I could. And it's so weird because I didn't even really like them before I got pregnant. Actually, those of you that know me really well know that I don't even really like sweet stuff at all. If there's dessert, I'll take a piece but I usually only have a couple of bites and then I give it to someone else or throw the rest out. I don't know why, I just get overwhelmed by the sweetness and it becomes to much for me really quickly. Kind of like when you get too much feta cheese...it's like an overdose at some point and you just can't go any further. Anyway, pregnant Tara craves sweets...and especially chocolate croissants...and any kind of threshold just doesn't seem to exist. I probably eat these about 3 or 4 times a week for breakfast which is so not healthy. But that's nothing compared to the damage I did last night! First I gave into an ice cream craving, which I gotta pat myself on the back for because I hadn't had ice cream for a whole week until last night. That's a pretty major accomplishment these days. But then...Antonis came home with baklava. BAKLAVA! I had just had a conversation about how I don't even like baklava because it's soooooo incredibly sweet and sticky and just way too much. But apparently at 2am, after already having two scoops of ice cream just 3 hours earlier, pregnant Tara thinks baklava is amazing. And then I eat a chocolate croissant for breakfast?!?!?!?! I need an intervention!
Don't worry. I know myself. Now that I've admitted to losing complete control of my dietary situation, I'll be more diligent about getting back on track. This was a little self intervention...as embarrassing as it is to admit that I ate my weight in sugar over the last 12 hours, it was a necessary self intervention. Oh, and please don't send me any boring "Don't worry, you're pregnant, you can eat what you want, you'll lose the weight later" messages because I might attack you.....Not for real. Just with words. I've noticed my hormones have changed my personality a bit lately. I'm not the over sensitive crier anymore. Now I have no patience for anything and I go from zero to pissed off and yelling in seconds....oh wait a minute, that sounds a bit like the old Tara. Awww, she's back! I'm joking. Kind of. Actually my patience was pretty good last night considering the insanely annoying conversation I had with Antonis after we ate the giant pieces of baklava.
And now I'm finally getting that I had planned to write about from the beginning....wow I really get sidetracked these days. Anyway it doesn't matter, I needed to discuss my recent unhealthy food choices. Now that that's done, here is a transcript of the conversation I had with my husband last night about ordering things for the baby online. I've chosen some things I think we'll need and I was going through the list with him to get his opinion but also to get him to help translate the descriptions of the products so I can make sure I'm ordering what I think I'm ordering. Also keep in mind that he'd had a few glasses of ouzo with his brother last night....that might give you a better visual of what I'm doing with my face in the moments where he's laughing hysterically at his own jokes. Anyway, here's how the conversation went:
Tara: I want to order this stuff tomorrow so can you pleeeeeease focus for me?
Antonis: Yep I'm focused. Hey, Captain America's on!
Tara: Ok but can you pause it for just like 15 minutes?
Antonis: Yep.
Tara: Captain America's stupid, do you really want to watch that? Bridesmaids is on too, that'll be way funnier.
Antonis: You don't like Captain America?
Tara: I don't like Captain anything. Can you look at this now?
A: Yep
T: Ok. So first I want to get this baby carrier. I chose this one. But what does 'thesi sti plati' mean?
A: It means you can carry the baby on your back. So this one you can use in the front and the back
T: Good! That's exactly what I want. It comes in grey or black but I picked the grey, is that ok with you?
A: Yeah that's fine
T: you'll still feel manly in the grey
A: yep
T: good! Ok this is the stroller I picked but you've already seen this because we talked about it 2 days ago. But I decided to add the diaper bag as well. Is that ok?
A: yeah. Are you sure you don't want to watch Captain America?
T: you can watch whatever you want if you just get through this with me first. Ok, the next thing is the breast pump. I don't know anything about breast pumps but I want one that's manual, I don't need anything electric, and I want it to come with a couple of bottles. I picked this one, can you translate the description for me?
A: (he's laughing about breast pumps until I glare at him and he gets the impression that he shouldn't be laughing about breast pumps) Ok it says.......EXPLOSION OF MILK INTO BUCKETS BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
T: It doesn't say explosion of milk! Come on, focus! This isn't funny, this is how I'm going to be feeding your baby, it's serious so can you tell me what the thing says?!
A: I'm not kidding, the first sentence says "explosion of milk into buckets" hahahahahahahahaha
T: I'm not a cow! It doesn't say "explosion" or "buckets" anywhere!
A: It does!
T: Maybe it says "expulsion"
A: No, it says explosion. What's expulsion?
T: it means to take something out
A: yeah, so is an explosion
T: explosion implies something more violent, I will not be exploding milk from my breasts!
A: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
T: Oh my god, shut up! Tell me what this says.
A: Ok, so it's for "taking out milk into buckets" (looks at me with a look that says, "is that a better way to say it Your Highness?)
T: IT'S NOT GOING INTO A BUCKET!! Cows and sheep milk into buckets, I need to put milk in a bottle, it must say bottle
A: ok, it says bottle. Whatever. So it's a hand pump, it comes with 2 bottles, 2 nipples and the machine that goes on your boob and you suck the milk out. Ok?
T: Yeah I guess so
A: But there's an electric one too. It also has a hand pump so if the power goes out again then you can pump it by hand
T: yeah but it's double the price and I don't really need anything electric.
A: EXPLODING MILK BAHAHAHAHA OUT OF BAHAHAHA YOUR BREASTS HAHAHAHAHAHA!
T: you're an idiot. Ok, next is the cushion that needs to go on top of the change table. I picked this one.
A: That one's ugly. What's the brown thing on it. It looks like shit. There's probably going to be shit on it once and while anyway, why would you pick one with a picture of poo on it?
T: It's not a picture of shit, it's a teddy bear! A brown teddy bear!
A: This one is nicer, with the giraffe driving a car. Then we can talk about driving while we're changing her diaper and not the shitty bear
T: you're going to talk to a newborn about driving?
A: yeah why not, it's better then shit!
T: It's not shit!! It's a....ok fine, you want the giraffe, we'll get the giraffe. It's 10 euros cheaper anyway so it's probably best. Ok, this is the next thing we need to get. Can you read the description for me?
A:......PACKAGE OF 12 MUSLIMS FOR 24.99???? What kind of terrorist magazine is this you're reading? BAYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
T: It doesn't say MUSLIMS it says MUSLINS!! With an "N" on the end!
A: Whatever! From exploding milk and now muslims...you're reading terrorist propaganda that's been disguised as a baby magazine hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
T: Oh my god. I'm about to go all kinds of terrorist on you in a minute. OK and this package of cloths....I can't decide if we need the cloths or if I should just get the muslins for cleaning up puke and milk, and then we have the baby wipes for changing her diaper. Maybe I don't even need cloths. But then I'll need a cloth to give her a bath. I don't know what do you think?
A: you're ordering 12 muslims. You can use those for cleaning up everything
T: please stop saying muslims. And muslin's aren't used for diaper changing or baths, they're just for keeping around in case she pukes or whatever
A: oh I don't know, you know better.
T: I'm tired.
A: Captain America?
T: .........(exasperated sigh)...Captain America.
Please excuse the creepy Children of the Corn type look on her face, it's just my terrible photography skills because she's really very cute. Anyway, so it's a little Dutch girl doll and also a baby bottle with a Dutch scene on it. Very sweet! But my idea is that maybe I'll collect dolls for her from around the world. We are so lucky to have so many friends and family in different countries in the world that maybe I'll start asking people to be on the look out for little dolls like this that represent the country it's from. Just a thought. Could be fun! But it might end up being more fun for mommy than baby so I don't know, I'll think about it.
This has nothing to do with anything I talked about today. It's just a man and his donkey selling vegetables outside of my house. It was an interesting moment though because not only was the man and his donkey selling vegetables, but there were 3 gypsy's trying to sell stuff too....1 in a van selling bed sheets and rugs, 1 old lady on foot selling table cloths and 1 old man on foot selling, fish I think? Anyway, it was 10:00am and they were all shouting out what they were selling and the prices, each one trying to be louder than the other....my god, it was so loud I couldn't even think! Somehow Antonis slept through the whole thing. You always get people coming up and down your street yelling at the top of their lungs trying to get people out of their houses to come and buy whatever they're selling, but you never have 4 of them at the same time! It was a bit much
That's about it for today. Now I'm going to tidy up the house, order the baby stuff that I 'discussed' with Antonis last night and then I'm going to make this:
EGGPLANT ROLLS!
If they turn out I'll give you the recipe tomorrow. If they don't turn out I'll tell you all about the gong show cooking experiment that went horribly wrong. My guess is that the story will probably end up being a little bit of both.
Bye!
P.S. I promise I'll get a picture of the car today FINALLY! I wrote it on my hand so I won't forget.
Ohhh my gawd that was funny! Tell Antonis I love him and he fits into our family great. When you re read this..un pregnant you'll cry laughing too I'm sure. Sooooo effin funny.
ReplyDeleteAnd just a piece of info on titty pumps....I had both. The hand pump hurts the hand after a while and if you have to pump strickly for 6 months like I had to....get the electric/hand one. Oh I hate pumping. Man I hope breast feeding comes easy to you. Looooove you!
I managed to laugh at it the next day haha, actually I was laughing a little bit at the time to but mostly I was just totally annoyed with him haha :)
DeleteThanks for the pump advice! I haven't placed to order yet so I'll keep this in mind. I really hope I have an easy time with the breast feeding too...we'll see I guess. Love you tons!!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHA LOL what a conversation :-) i totally cracked up laughing and little tiger boxed me in my belly LOL, cu soon xoxo
ReplyDeleteAwww haha! He says, "stop shaking my bed mommy, I'm trying to sleep!" haha :) Can't wait to see you!
DeleteOh this made my day!!!! SOOOOOO hilarious!!! It's so funny because i have always seen this "a bit more serious" side of Antonis while he is working... and not to forget about the Pelvis Presley..... i'm still laughing.... LOL
ReplyDeleteHe rarely shows anything but his serious side but it's his goofy, funny side that's my favourite...even if it drives me absolutely NUTS sometimes haha!
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