The 2nd trimester has begun

Yes, of course I asked the bundlebreeder if he had something special planned for the evening, due to the big milestone and all. I guess the laughter said it all. Well listen here...I'm celebrating and since these days that means sans dirty martini, I am celebrating with some other form of deliciousness. I hope Jeff isn't thinking he's coming home with the intentions of eating some ultra healthy dinner because it's not happening. Not in this house. Not tonight. I'm celebrating! That may even mean a special dessert and with the nutritious breakfast I had, three kinds of vitamins, the light lunch and the apple, that dessert better be decadent. Well, the apple is still sitting on my desk at work (I did look at it a lot), but I'll try to eat one at home tonight just to make good on this post. Happy second trimester to me (hang on a sec while I blow out my candles)!

I do have to say that my husband is very romantic, but still, it would have been kind of sweet to get some type of a token on this day. A blue ribbon of sorts, perhaps. Maybe in the form of a new pair of maternity jeans or something (I'm not in them yet, but with my expanding waistline, I think it'll be fairly soon). OK, I'll quit now because I'll probably make him feel really badly and I don't want my husband to get his man panties in a bunch. Besides, a gift out of guilt doesn't have quite the same appeal (although it's still kind of nice). I'm sure he has something huge planned for trimester three anyway.

Truth be told, I get my fair share of tokens so I know I can only groan in jest. And it really is all in jest. I just have to have a little fun with it because I am easily excitable and making it to the second trimester without any major hitches has me overjoyed. No, I don't need a token to keep the smile on my face. It's there without prompting. Naturally. Hold up! This just in: Jeff is bringing home Mexican for dinner and if that isn't love, well what would you call it? I call it love, and a celebration. I knew he wouldn't let me down. See, I'm easy to please! Throw some enchiladas in front of my face and watch me giggle like a giddy schoolgirl on a good hair day.

Speaking of panties [not because I mentioned a schoolgirl sillies (you should all be ashamed of yourselves), but because I really did say panties a while back]...there are some reports that with the second trimester brings a libido boost. So if it seems we answer our doorbell less, that doesn't necessarily mean we didn't hear it, as often is the case at our house. Just as a warning, it's probably best not to go around peering in any of our windows. Jeff's farmer tan from being out on the golf course all summer can be blinding. Baum, chicka, baum, baum...