Food, glorious food!

The weekend is coming to an end and that makes me sad. While I love my students and being a teacher is a wonderful joy, my school drives me crazy and the journey there, over 2 hours on the bus, is tough, especially with a tender tummy. When we were little we’d pile onto Mummy and Daddy’s bed for birthdays, games and all sorts and I remember Mummy sometimes wincing, without wanting anyone to see, when any of us accidentally touched her tummy or deliberately tickled it. Granted she’d had seven babies and I know the general feeling she holds is that, ecstatic as she is, I’m hardly even on my way here, but I think I now know a fraction of how she felt. Being pregnant, I’m finally living up to my Puppy-hood. My five senses are more sensitive than ever. A touch, even a tickle can feel like a stab. A small whiff of perfume, or anything cooking that’s not just potatoes (ah, the Irish blood in baby Dosch is so apparent) can set me reeling. A few days back, poor Steve was only making toast and I nearly freaked! Noises are magnified and everyone in this bustling city now seems to be shouting. My taste buds are definitely confused but boy did they like the pumpkin pie we were treated to yesterday at a very special Thanksgiving dinner with about 30 friends. The thing that I am most put off by currently is drinks. Having obviously knocked off all caffeine and alcohol, my repertoire consists of Gatorade, water, and lots of juices, still sometimes nothing tastes right. I have no real cravings, but a definite preference of breads, red meats, apples, oranges, and anything with practically no flavor! Sometimes during my day naps I dream of baby carrots, cranberry juice or Ceasar salads and despite wanting nothing for dinner, and definitely not being able to get any of those things here, I imagine Steve and myself at Legal Seafood, Giacomo’s or Santarpio’s in January. I want to teach our baby to appreciate all of our favorites! For now, the days go by and we are thankful for this ultimate and joyful distraction from missing Boston, the highly ridiculous, almost deadly boring string of victories for all our sports teams and slaving away at work. Just three more weeks of school and then home! We are so excited!