Thursday morning Paul decided to help himself to a bowl of cereal. This is not common as he prefers toast or something warm for breakfast and most mornings goes without it completely because neither of us have the time or energy to wake up and cook something. He must have been desperate that day. He peaked into the pantry and frowned. "Do we have any good cereal?" He asked. I inquired as to what he meant. Wrinkling his nose he said, "All we have are fiber cereals." Poor guy. I bet he's wishing he had a more exciting wife right about now. But I believe there is a method to my madness. I am preparing him for retirement. As his bachelors program is coming to a close and feelings of accomplishment are setting in, realizing that you've worked for so long only to help you work another 40 years can seem discouraging. Believing retirement to be boring and full of long days eating nothing but high fiber cereal might help him enjoy working hard for a few more years in order to buy exciting food, like frosted shredded wheat, in the future. See? I'm so selfless!
Okay, the high fiber cereal was bought for me. I think it tastes good. And it keeps me regular. I know, too much information, but my midwife said that staying regular can help me go into labor in a timely fashion, and I'm all about that!
This week I've been really pushing myself to finish all my assignments for the semester, even if they aren't due quite yet. Yesterday, I printed off the last one and all I have to do is study for finals. This baby can come anytime she is ready.