I updated earlier today and didn't realize that it was already Wednesday until well after dinner time! I don't know where my week has gone...maybe it had something to do with the very cranky baby I live with who is currently cutting his top two molars...teeth # 11 and 12 respectively, so I think after this we are done for a while? PLEASE make us done for a long while...
Although now that I think about it his next teeth (his two year molars) will probably be coming in right when Blueberry starts getting her first teeth...great...
Anyways, I realized suddenly that its Wednesday!!! And I was all like "on no-its whats for dinner wednesday time already?". It made me laugh because the meal I prepared a few days back for this post is French Bread Pizza, which just happens to be my favorite "on no- its dinner time already?" meal to make. We commonly have this when I've had to go to the store after Josh gets home from work (some days I just dont think Zeke is in a mood to handle it, others I've been too morning sick or braxton hicksy to attempt it alone with him) and I therefor have to start dinner at the very late hour of 7 or even 7:30.
It's just about the quickest meal I know how to make. Plus, there is just something about French bread. I could honestly call it my favorite food. When I am sick and I can't force myself to eat anything I can always make room for some French bread with butter. I just love the stuff.
So here goes, my best and speediest meal EVER.
First step: Cut your bread in half lengthwise and spread with tomato sauce, oregano, and your favorite pizza toppings.
Second step: Place sliced (or grated) mozzarella cheese on top.
Last step: Broil in oven until the cheese is melted and the bread slightly toasty. Cut and enjoy.
PS Josh informed me today that my stomach now sticks out farther than my breasts. It made me laugh, at least he is being honest. It reminded me of the night, just past 40 weeks with Zeke, that I came up to him and said something along the lines of "Look at this! My first stretch mark! I made it THIS far and I get my first stretch mark!! That *profanity* baby better *profanity* come out soon or I will *more profanity!!* and he kindly informed me that I had had stretch marks for at least 4 weeks, they were just all on the underside of my stomach where I couldn't see them. Some exploring with a hand mirror proved him right, a good half of the underside of my stomach was bright purple, and I was quite upset at his silence until I saw the reasonableness of his excuse. Was he really supposed to say to his 8 month pregnant wife "Hey did you know that your stomach is ripping apart? Or can you not see that part of your body?" I can just imagine the profanity THAT one would bring forth!
Better put a belly pic up soon, though!