Yay for love and chocolate!

I love Valentine's Day. I'm all about love. Makes the world go 'round, right? It does, I checked. That and gravitational pull, but that doesn't get have a fancy holiday to celebrate it so whatevs. However there is a t-shirt if you're into that sort of thing. ugly shirt

I also happen to be a big fan of chocolate and flowers and lovely little things. Who doesn't like pretty things? People with dark souls that order black, comfortable dresses out of airplane catalogs and really do think that Trix are just for kids, so they don't count. I hate to admit it, but I used to be one of the haters, but that was just because I was in high school and nobody called my name to come to the office in between class periods to pick up flowers from a boyfriend or secret admirer or stalker. No one.

So I clung to the happier, more all inclusive holidays during the teen years, like St. Patrick's Day. Throw on a little green, eat some Lucky Charms, everyone is happy! Married folk don't even have to dread a giant display of green lingerie they'll be expected to shimmy into. Doesn't exist. Can you imagine trying to look sexy with four leaf clovers all over your derriere? Butt ruffles are bad enough. (That's last little bit is full of lies. I love all ruffles and I'm sure that clover butt undies do exist. But they shouldn't!)

Anyway, I'm really looking forward to a happy day of love this year because exactly 12 months ago I was in a sad place. A place where I was sure I had to eliminate my candy addiction because I had gestational diabetes. Except I didn't. A nurse at the office read the results wrong after I begged her to tell me over the phone instead of waiting to see the doctor the following week, after V day.

So when Jared gave me a platter of fruit dipped in chocolate I locked myself in my bedroom. When he presented me a hand drawn card with a gigantor pregnant chick on it that popped open to say "Happo Valentine's Day" because the y had to be made into a polka dot on the giant pregnant belly, I cried. Not exactly the reaction he was hoping for. I really was being a total brat. I was convinced that it should have been a magical last, just the two of us, holiday where Jared professed his loved and I looked cute and festive. Not like a pepto bismal bottle. Giant, pink with a little head/cap.

So this year is going to be low key. I just want to cook a yummy dinner at home while we listen to Sinatra because that's one of our favorite things. Phin can roll around on the floor and sample all of our cooking and even empty out the cupboards. However, I won't be opposed to Lesco giving me something like this. Cause I can totally eat sugar this year.