14w1d

Today I woke up with Turkey and mashed potatoes on the brain. I told Jake he HAD to be home tonight because I was cooking. He assured me that he would be. I left work 15 minutes early just to make sure that I would have plenty of time to cook my wonderful meal and it wouldn't be 9:00 when we were eating.

I called Jake as soon as I got home and he told me he was working late again but that he would be done and home by 7:30 which was when I planned on dinner being ready. (Turkey roll takes about two hours to cook.) So I waited until about 5:30 just to make sure it wasn't done early and then popped it in the oven.

About 7:15 I began peeling the potatoes, and because I'm slow it was close to 8:00 before everything was ready. The only thing that was missing, Jake. I called him and learned that he was still on the southside and would not be home for at least an hour. I was crushed. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was the fact that I NEVER cook but suddenly I just wasn't hungry anymore.

For the sake of the baby I decided I should at least eat something. I cut a piece of Turkey and put some mashed potatoes on my plate. The turkey, which I normally LOVE just didn't hit the spot tonight. Something about it made me gaggy (and no... I didn't screw something up... you CAN NOT screw this up). So I decided to go for the mashed potatoes. Ummm... yeah...

Those, well let's just say I need some cooking lessons. I know, I know, as probably half a dozen people have said to me, you can't screw up mashed potatoes. Trust me, it can be done and I did it. This poor baby, s/he has no hope of every eating anything that doesn't come out of the frozen food section!!

By the time Jake got home at 9:30 to eat I admitted defeat and just went upstairs. At 10:30 I got that all to familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach and barely made it to the bathroom in time. Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought the food tasted funny, the baby didn't like it either.