Sunday, December 12, 2010
hand rolled pasta and pregnancy skin
Then, because I did not have enough carbs for one weekend, I went over to my Italian friend's house and we made hand-rolled ravioli (she made it, I made conversation) which we had with cream and prosciutto sauce. I really am vegan, I swear. But once in a while I must allow myself a little piece of heaven, and I must say, her pasta was THE BEST I have ever eaten. I did not know that pasta can be this good. I must get on with the rolling pin and learn how to make those works of art, or else I will miss out on good food in life. All in all, I think I should lock the scale in the cupboard tomorrow. And possibly for the next year, I think...
My ass is growing, but my skin is absolutely fantastic, like with my last pregnancy. Three days ago, all my blackheads committed suicide and jumped off my face, and now I have these infinitely small pores with porcelain coloured skin. No reddness, no acne. Ten years of anti acne medication (which includes at least two courses of every medication known to mankind used for this purpose) did not do it for me, and now this one little change makes me look like I am no longer a teenager with pimply skin. Got to love it.
Tonight from 7 pm to 8 pm there is a candle lighting ceremony for parents who lost living children. Here is my candle for Tiffany who lost Julius to SIDS, and for all of those parents who lost their children or babies. May we all find peace eventually.
PPS. In case anyone else has a newly found hobby in embryology, here is babyH today.
Posted by MrsH at 5:54 PM