E is officially on shift work, which means he’s only home about 12 hours a day, and only conscious for 2 of those. I’m too lazy to cook for just me so tonight I found a crumpled up old Chinese food menu and ordered delivery. I really love delivery and would someday like to live in a place where I have more options than pizza and rice. I ordered more food than I needed (obviously, it’s Chinese food) and was so excited when it came I tipped the guy twice the normal amount. Here is where I become Crazy Hormonal Woman.

All I ordered was eggs rolls, fried rice and garlic chicken. Of course they send white rice too. And chopsticks. I also got soy sauce, hot mustard, and sweet & sour sauce in little containers instead of packets, which for some reason delighted me. I also got wanton crackers and fortune cookies. And then in the bottom, I found two little packets of tea that say “Enjoy” on them. I got all teary eyed about it – the nice people at the Chinese restaurant must really really want me to enjoy my meal, they thought of everything I could possibly want! Including beverages! It was like a little delivery angel had been sent from heaven bearing gifts meant just for this hungry, grumpy pregnant woman. Sitting on my couch with all this food spread out on my coffee table I cried just a little bit. Over soy sauce and tea.

Just do I don’t sound completely crazy, I’ve been freaking out a little today because the baby wasn’t moving around and I was afraid something was wrong. Right before dinner, I chugged a Mountain Dew (caffeine AND sugar!) and he started flopping around like a fish. I was so relieved I think NOT getting chopsticks and fortune cookies would have made me cry even more.