Regressive Cravings

Eureka, I just realized that everything Ive been craving for are foods I used to love as a child. Tacos, cheeseburgers, sweet and sour plum candy, anpan and mango with salt and chilli. Yumm. All, if not most of these foods I haven't had in over two decades. I guess its true, we always go back to our roots.

Wild Woman

"Some women arent meant to be tamed they just need someone to run wild with”.

Well, I found my someone to run wild with and Im glad he's Baby Frenchie's daddy.

Dont Cry for Me Argentina!

OK, I don't know what's more exhausting, the natural exhaustion and fatigue associated with pregnancy or crying.

Yes, I was warned that I would become much more emotional, but I didn't expect this. Super Frenchie just laughs at me and thinks its the cutest thing ever because he says it not my personality. And this I know. Well, at least I'm not bitchy or moody; it would be disastrous and fatal if I were moody and bithcy instead. If this were the case I just have to induce myself into hibernation until the baby comes out. Fighting or bitchiness is exhausting, tiring and boring. There's something much more satifying about crying. Its like cleansing.

So I cry. And crying I have down; real glob-size tears, crocodile-size tears, you get it. One day Super Frenchie was cleaning up the room for me and started to put stuff on the bed. I personally don't like anything on the bed. I had asked him not to put anything on the bed - but he dumped the contents of one of my many travel bags on the bed near me so I can sort things for him to organize.

I tried to hold it in - but one of the zip lock bags touched me and I started to bawl... whhhhaaaaaaaaaaa. "I told you, I didn't want anything on the bed" and I just kept crying and crying until I started laughing with him. I cant help it and I don't know what sets it off. Its like a faucet and there's no shortage of the stuff. He laughs and holds me; I think its very endearing.

Another time I was craving for coconut juice. This night I was particularly not in the best of moods. He went down to the local deli and bought me the coconut juice. It wasn't the brand I wanted but to make matters worse it was infused with other flavors. And started to cry as I read aloud "coconut juice with pineapple" I cried, "it says pineapple...pineapple...pineapple". I dont want coconut pineapple...whhhhhhhaaaaaaaa. "Thats all they had bebe", he says, "you have pina colada". That made it worse... I cried til there were no more tears in me. I guess my craving or thrist was stronger then my displeasure with the pineapple part. I drank both cans and gracefully thanked him for going out in the cold to get me some pina-colada.

Fashion Continued

OK, I want to VOMIT - literally and figuratively. I tried looking at the maternity fashions on-line and I wanted to cry and cry and just cry forever. Everything is soooo ugly and cheaply made. Im getting itchy just thinking about it.

Then there are the Pea's In the Pod and all those other supposedly higher-end maternity stores. One word UGLY, UGLY, UGLY (Ok, that was three). Pregnancy doesnt change ones taste or style so Im going to be super depressed if I dont find anything decent to wear. I wish I was in Paris or London shopping for maternity clothes.

Who the hell would wear capris when they're pregnant!??! First of all it's the suburban uniform or as my one girlfriend would say "New Jersey house wife look". They're uflattering no matter what (OK, maybe the pencil denim capri topped with a really cute top). And capris are even uglier when worn pregnant; they make anyone look shorter and just plain blah. I guess, its American fashion for you.

OK, I did some further searching and found a decent site (see pics on left) and Im somewhat happy with regards to fashion again...

Really, No Zaccie P

OK, so I did get an invite to Zac Posen. Even Zaccie P couldnt keep me awake. I tried But sadly no fashion action for me this year or now that I think about it perhaps NEVER! Yikes. Life goes on...

No Fashion Mama

So its fashion week here in NY City and the city is buzzing with invites and parties - despite the economy there are still some decent happenings left. Since most of my friends and I have been partying for decades were now very selective as to where were seen and with whom were seen with - plus its just old. So, I'm getting all the 411 filtered and will have it all figured out...

But, I'm telling ya, everyone is getting suspicious. One, I'm not drinking!! Yes, once upon a time, there wasn't a day I didn't drink champagne everyday . Now I need to constantly fill my glass with what ever juice is available. Seven more months and counting...

And, two, luckily the mini-baby doll dresses are still in. But everyone's wondering why I ain't in my red hot pants. I just tell them, "Ive gained some pounds over the Christmas holiday in France. But, no ones buying that either. They know I loose weight when ever I'm in Paris.

Plus, I look and am extremely tired - so I guess I'll have to pass on party invites anyway.

So no fashion for this fashion mama... well except if I get a ticket to Zac Posen then Ill prop my eyes open with tooth picks. But, then again, he has a style and only the ultra-fabulously skinny can get in... maybe next year :(

Gourmand to Fast Food Nation

After years of only dining at the best restaurants in NYC, San Francisco, Paris and London all baby frenchie wants to eat is protein and I'm not talking about fillet Mignon, it only likes cheeseburgers and 99 cent tacos. I told one of my girl friends that Ive suddenly become a new-born carnivore and was craving tacos. She suggested we have lunch at Rosa Mexicana. Nope, baby frenchie gagged at the thought of having an $22 taco meal. You see they dont have the ground beef selection there only the better cuts of meat like flank steak or sirloin cuts

So today, I found myself in line at the Taco Bell in Union Square with all the high school and NYU college kids, not to mention the skateboarders and the random characters that patronize the establishment. I had not been to a Taco Bell since the early nineties and forgot what the menu looked like. I order three crunchy tacos and a burrito supreme to-go. I rush home salivating and hoping Super Frenchie would be too busy to notice what Ive brought home.

Yes, he's in the middle of a meeting, so I rush to the bed room and start munching on my yummy tacos... oh soooo good, yet sooo bad. I don't know that he's even eaten at Taco Bell. I know I'm going to pay for this later. But I cant help it, its what baby frenchie wants. I hope this craving will pass quickly but for now Im a super cheap date :)

TGIF!!!!

Phheeww, what a long week. It was both sensory and information overload.

First, Super Frenchie and I had to scramble and figure out my insurnace situation. I currently am in-between insurance, for many reasons. Ive been consulting and freelancing for a very long time now and allowed my current plan to elapse, this was due to the fact that weve been on vacation for the later part of 2008 and just failed to renew.

Anyway, it only took several unsolicted calls, conversations upon conversations with insurance sales guys from Brooklyn and Queens, not to mention the morning calls to France (yes, we tried to get insurance there as well). And waalaaa, we have it all figured out - thank god, because one more day of this will have driven me to eat more ice cream!

He has a home office and all the stuff to go along with it. Its not my favorite, I absolutley adore the staff, but I hate to have them see me grumpy, moody and looking unglam...But, there is nothing I can do, until the economy gets a whole lot better or we suddenly make millions soon. Im going to have to deal with it and deal with it I will.

Once again SF is so adorable, he got me an educational video on pregnancy. I guess Ill watch it now because its due next week. Byyyeeeee

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing!

If you're wondering who this is, no, it isn't Richard Simmons. It's Leo Sayer of "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing"

This is my song for Super Frenchie. He's so wonderfully silly, extremely cute and utterly adored. And always makes me feel like dancing. Plus we love disco and anything disco-kitchsy

The week we found out we were pregnant he was especially chipper - dancing and singing into the room every morning. Were a silly and happy couple, jumping and hopping around like kids but this week we were both especially estatic and didnt know why.

And now we understand why...

You've got a cute way of talking
You got the better of me
Just snap your fingers and
I'm walking
Like a dog hanging on your lead
I'm in a spin you know
Shaking on a string you know

You make me feel like dancing
I'm gonna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
I'm gonna dance the night away
You make feel like dancing
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing ahhh

Quarter to four in the morning
I ain't feeling tired no no no no no
Just hold me tight and leave on the light
Cause I don't want to go home
You put a spell on me
I'm right where you want me to be

You take me higher
I'm gonna catch on fire cause
You make me feel like dancing
I wanna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
I'm gonna dance my life away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night
feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing ahhh