Well! That was a much longer than expected break from this space. I assure you that I’ve kept up with my cooking during all this time. And I’ve certainly kept busy cooking a baby! Ha. The husband and I are absolutely thrilled to be expecting a little boy in January.
I’m already 30 weeks along and it’s starting to feel very, very real. Like just-around-the-corner real. In the beginning, each day and each week was a victory. The days were long and tiring and nauseating and nauseating and nauseating. Quite impossible to be a foodie, indeed!
I’ll never forget the day I sauntered into the bakery section of our local grocery store, leaned over a loaf of sourdough, and had myself a good cry. I had just lapped the store several times looking for something, anything! that sounded half good to eat for dinner. Clearly, I was not successful. Let it be known that the husband came back an hour later to pick up some chicken noodle soup, a box of Saltines, and that poor sourdough loaf.
But like all things, those tough weeks passed. I’ve been feeling really good for the most part. I haven’t had too many specific cravings, but fruits, vegetables, and pastries always sound good. A lovely combination if you ask me.
I suppose I have taken a particular fond liking to croissants dipped in honey. Someone told me she thought that was odd the other day. You say odd? I say delicious. It’s a simple thing, really, and not hard to like. And not that far from jam! You wouldn’t think twice about putting jam on a croissant. And I bet you’d be sold too when you felt the way your teeth sunk through the smattering of sticky nectar before crackling over all those flaky layer bits. Oh, and let’s not forget the big crescendo of doughy innards that we all obviously anticipate and then promptly swoon over. Gosh, I need a croissant right about now.
Needless to say, we’ve made far too many trips to Bakery Nouveau over the last several months for this very reason. (Note: Should this be something I’ve convinced you to try, the honey, unfortunately, doesn’t actually come with the croissant. If you ask for a little pool of it on the side of your plate, you might get a funny look. I suggest you accept the look. It will be worth it. Or better yet, take care of business yourself with the jar of honey from the coffee bar.) Anyway, I digress.
These days, I’m terribly bothered by things like work and errands. I just want to nest! The husband is busy nesting too – cleaning out the garage, donating five carloads of rubbish, tidying up the finances, and putting together baby furniture.
Saturday afternoons that used to be spent at wineries are now spent in the nursery – thinking, dreaming, wondering. But I’m okay with that because it’s where we want to be right now.
These photos were taken quite awhile back – at just 16 weeks, I believe – by our friend, Jenn LaFreniere. I’d say she did a fine job of capturing just how excited we are to be expecting our first.
Oh, and that bump is far bigger now! It’s pretty amazing to look down and see such incredible and beautiful changes in my body. I’ll do my best to post some more updated photos soon.
Baby Huseman already brings us such joy. I can only imagine.