Sometimes jellybeans for breakfast isn't a good thing

When I was little, one of my favorite books was "Jellybeans for Breakfast." I don't remember all the details, but I think the gist of it was what would happen if parents vanished and children could do whatever they wanted to? Well, they could go to the moon for the morning, live in treehouses and drink out of acorn cups and of course eat jellybeans for breakfast!

Today, though, I got confirmation that children don't really know what's good for them and that eating jellybeans for breakfast is disgusting. I had to eat 18 jellybeans in 5 minutes flat at 7:20 this morning, in order to get tested for gestational diabetes. It was either eat the jellybeans or drink some horrid glucose potion that I had been warned was pretty terrible. And I'm sure it is ... it's just that stuffing your mouth full of jellybeans 30 minutes after you wake up probably isn't much better.

I hope to be able to read Baby D. my favorite book someday (although I doubt I'll be buying it - it's now out of print and more than $100 on ebay), and you know, I might even let my child gorge him/herself on jellybeans for breakfast one morning - just to learn that sometimes grownups really do know what's best.

Football fields of crib sheets

When it comes to registering for Baby D, I feel totally paralyzed. I went to Buy Buy Baby a few weeks ago, and when I saw a football field length of crib sheets, I started to wish I was giving birth 20 years ago, before the advent of the Internet and snazzy little laser guns that make it possible for any ignorant mom-to-be to build a registry list of 100+ products in eight minutes flat.

Now of course I want to be sure Baby D. has all that he/she needs, and I'm sure that involves crib sheets (although I've heard some newborns do just fine in a dresser drawer on top of some towels), but I'm really starting to wonder if it has to involve a registering as if I were getting married all over again.

And yes, I've heard the advice that you should just bring someone with you who knows what they're doing, who can tell you what you really need, what you really don't need, etc. But isn't every baby different? Every mother I've talked to seems to have a completely different opinion on what kind of stroller worked best for her baby/family, so how do I even know if the mother of my choice is going to line up with my lifestyle and my baby's personality?

I haven't yet come to a decision on what I'm going to do, but I have a feeling I'm going to wind up registering for a few critical items and figure out the rest as a I go along ... after all, isn't it most important for the mom-to-be to remain as relaxed and stressfree as possible? If so, then I'll take a prenatal massage over a laser gun any day!

We closed!

It's official! We closed on our house today, and what a relief that was. You hear horror stories of a buyer losing his job the day of the closing, and not being able to go through with the purchase. And when they were a little late showing up for the closing, well, I tried not to imagine the worst.

They were a really cute, newlywed couple and seemed so enchanted with our house and thoroughly excited to be moving in. We asked them a little about how they picked out our house (I'm not opposed to a little flattery!) and they said they'd looked at about 90 and just stumbled into our open house by chance. Well, it was no mistake and we are still thanking the Lord that this all happened so quickly and easily.

For the past month, I've been tallying up a list in my head of little house quirks/issues that "aren't my problem anymore," especially when I've felt sad about leaving. But I didn't want to post them until the deal was done, because what if the sellers saw them and changed their minds?! Now even I'm a little nervous to write them, maybe because I just can't quite believe we really sold it?!

So stay tuned, maybe I'll gather up the courage to type them out later this week!

A confession

I also feel obliged to confess that about 18 hours after I posted that I'm handling all of these changes and unknowns with uncharacteristic optimism and peace, my "hormones" shifted. What formerly seemed exciting turned into terrifying and our new adventure just didn't seem like much fun anymore, largely because I realized I'm not in the driver's seat and have very little, if any, control over what's going to happen.

So my hopes of being a supernatural pregnant woman with astonishingly balanced hormones have been dashed, or maybe this has nothing to do with hormones and only is a matter of personal responsibility. Who knows ... and interestingly, these shifts have been happening on Fridays, which is why now Matt and I are dubbing Fridays "Freak Fridays" in preparation for my major mood swings.

Good thing we made it to Saturday!

Sold!

In less than a week. I think this might make for some kind of recession real estate record, don't you think?

When I first moved to Berkley and occasionally saw signs for "Berkley Bill" Wahlstrom, I'll admit, I had my doubts. Even if he didn't have a dollar sign slashed through his name, I probably would still have felt better going with Prudential or Coldwell Banker.

But we've learned from friends that Berkley Bill really does know Berkley, and he promised to cut us a good deal on closing costs, so what did we have to lose?

Now we're grappling with the reality that we need to be out of this house in less than a month, and that means weekends and evenings will be occupied with decluttering, packing, packing and packing ... and of course thanking the Lord for the best realtor in the universe.

Lots of news

I've been debating how to share some of the "bigger" news that we have to report. Since I just don't have the energy to come up with anything clever, I'll just be frank - I'm nearly 17 weeks pregnant and our house is for sale!

These circumstances coupled with the fact that Matt is looking for a new job are about all the change I can handle right now. I feel, though, that I'm managing it all with uncharacteristic optimism and peace. Someone pointed out to me that I might be one of those rare women whose hormones actually balance out during pregnancy. This I have never heard of, but if it means more peace and less pessimism, I'll take it!

I've also recently developed an addiction to playing solitaire on my phone. I've probably played it 98 times in the last week, mainly because I just can't win. And I hate that. Every time I'm so close to winning, I have the superstitious thought "If I win, this means we'll sell our house." Or, "If I win, this means Matt will get a great job."

Ridiculous, I know. While sometimes it feels like the odds are stacked against us, I'm beginning to get the feeling that we'll actually sell our house and Matt will get a great job, and the baby will even be born before I win a game of solitaire.

And you know, that will be just fine with me!

A recipe for frittata

For those of you who are asking, here's the Simple Frittata recipe from "Moosewood Restaurant Cooks at Home" that I love to use:

2 tablespoons vegetable oil or butter (or a combination)
1 medium potato, cut into quarters and thinly sliced (I like to use a sweet potato)
1 medium onion, thinly sliced
some vegetables (optional) sorry I don't have a proportion, but I just use however much I feel like, or however much I have! Veggies that work well include bell peppers, spinach, kale, mushrooms, tomatoes
1 1/2 teaspoons chopped fresh herbs (basil, chives, oregono, tarragon, pretty much whatever you like! and i probably use more than 1 1/2 teaspoons)
1 garlic clove, minced or pressed (optional)
4 or 5 large eggs, beaten
1/2 cup grated cheese (optional)
salt and ground black pepper

Heat the oil in a large skillet. Saute the potatoes and onions covered, stirring frequently. After about 4 minutes, add the optional vegetables (add them a little later if you're using something that cooks up quickly, like spinach, kale or tomatoes), and continue stirring for about 8 minutes until the potatoes and onions are tender and golden. Stir in the herb and optional garlic. Pour the beaten eggs over the sauteed vegetables, tilting the pan to distribute them evenly. Sprinkle on the cheese, and salt and pepper to taste. Cover the pan and cook on low heat for 10 minutes, until the eggs are set and golden on the bottom.

To brown the top of the frittata: If your skillet is flameproof, simply place the frittat under a preheated broiler for about 2 minutes. Otherwise, carefully slide the frittata onto a plate and then flip it over, back into the skillet, to brown the other side. To serve, cut the frittata in half.

Serves 2.