No more waffling

Vacations are pretty great. Willow and Mike were wonderful hosts and we basically ate our way through Portland. I think Portland is made up exclusively of delicious dinners, pizza, coffee, donuts, breakfasts, rice pudding, desserts, and assorted treats. You know what they have there? Waffle carts. You know what they make at these waffle carts? Yes: giant crispy waffles folded over an assortment of wonderful fillings and then wrapped up in foil like a gyro so you can eat a waffle with warm maple butter spread and veggie sausages while you are walking. I know!

Even though it rained off and on, the sun did peek through fairly often. That combined with my first visit to IKEA marked my official truce called with the Pacific Northwest. We are now friends again. I'm not packing up and leaving Denver or anything, but I probably shouldn't think about the waffle cart too much for fear that I will rationalize a $200 plane ticket in the near future just to jam one more waffle in my mouth. I'm pregnant and prone to irrational behavior! If I go missing, you'll know where to look.

Every morning while I eat my cereal, I tune into a little television. I used to exclusively watch the news, flipping between several stations, but during a rare all-commercial moment, I skipped around and found "A Baby Story" on TLC. Now guess what I watch for ten minutes every day? The timing of it is such that I usually get to watch the actual birth. Maybe you would think this is a bad choice for breakfast viewing, but whatever. It's all TLC'd and junk so it's pretty non-graphic. Anyway, I think if I watch an average of 5 births a week until I have to give birth, it will dull my reaction to it when it actually happens. Like somehow watching birth stories will count as some sort of actual experience. You do get a good sampling of stories: cesareans, natural births, water births, epidurals. This helps you learn things, like water births look pretty relaxing, and you can sleep through labor on an epidural, and at some point all the women declare that they don't want to do this anymore.

The one thing I have definitely decided on is that people who have their birth stories filmed for national television are cra-zy. At this point, I'm not even sure I want a camera in room, much less a video camera, and MUCH LESS a film crew. So see, I'm learning things about myself already.

Sorry for the birthing tangent. Here is a wonderful picture of a Cap'n Crunch Voodoo Doughnut to clear your head:

It's no waffle cart waffle, but still pretty wonderful.