Just Thought I'd Say HI

I've been feeling quite barfy lately (especially at 12:21 am this morning when I awoke to the heeby jeeby queazies . . . luckily my trusty orange bowl was at my bedside.) I'm currently burning a few holes in my mouth sucking on Sour Patch Fruits---not the kids, the little fruit-shaped ones. I've been craving them for a few weeks now, but never bothered to do anything about it. I mean, a craving for watermelon or a turkey sandwich, or pickles seems worth a trip to the store. But an outing to get SOUR PATCH FRUIT SALAD? I mean, where do you even find that? Or justify the gas to go get it!?~

So yesterday I had a fabulous outing with my sister Susannah and my mom, who had dutifully flown from SLC on a moment's notice to help me out while Jon was off galavanting with 2 of his BFFs on the Cali coast. Anyway, we went out to lunch at a superb new Sacto hot-spot and then decided to go to the chi-chi (shi-shi?) shopping center adjacent to the restaurante. I enjoyed the over-stuffed easy chairs in Talbots whilst me madre enjoyed trying on cute clothes for mission #2 to GHANA. I fessed up about my craving for Sour Patch Fruit Salad to Sus, who replied that she had never even seen that, and good luck finding it anywhere, and couldn't I just settle for Sour Patch KIDS? My reply, "absolutely not."

Cut to 15 mins later. I decided to head into David Berkeley---a very exclusive deli/gourmet food store/patisserie---which I had only heard tale of (and tasted sandwich of) but never gone in before. I don't get to this side of town too often, so I thought I should take the op to case the joint. When what to my wandering eyes did appear, but:

SOUR PATCH FRUIT SALAD!!!!

Friends, the Gods of Maternal Cravings were with me. There were exactly 7 canisters of bulk candy in the entire store, and one of them belonged to said desire. I immediately asked the counter lady for help and explained how grateful I was to David Berkeley for supplying my most desired/weird food fantasy. I always feel like I must explain everything to everyone, which I realize is a handicap---people really don't care. I told her I was pregnant, blah, blah, blah, and then she looked at me and said, "YOU BETTER TELL YOUR DOCTOR THAT YOU'RE EATING SUGAR." I asked her if she was joking, assuming she absolutely was. She wasn't. I should've said, "you better tell your doctor that you're a smoker," (it was obvious) but instead told her that she should add some chocolate covered gummy bears to my order. HA.

And now I'm not sure if I'm feeling better or worse than when I started. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm performing some pretty serious business here. I think I've worked up the hunger for a turkey sandwich with extra pickles.

*****Addendum: I forgot that I hadn't mentioned how pregnant I am. Best guess is 12-13 wks. But I'm not sure because I wasn't paying attention. And I don't get to see a Dr. until August 2nd because of stupid insurance malfunctions . . . so I'm praying they're going to say, "Land's ALive! You're 22 weeks!" (Yeah right!) I'll keep you posted.