happy valentine's day

I'm making a flipping ice cream cake.

I told Justy B. if this baby didn't come by today, I was making a dang ice cream cake.  Except I sent it via text.  And when I text, I spell things wrong.  And one of the things I spell wrong is ice cream.  My texting brain thinks it's one word [it also thinks "every time" is one word.  It's a phenomenon I cannot explain].  I accidentally taught my phone to spell "ice cream" as one word.  However I taught it in caps lock so I told Justin:

If this baby isn't here by Friday, I'm making a dang ICECREAM cake

Anyways.  Layer one is in the freezer.  I bought gluten free chocolate cookies to make into fudgie crunchies.  This is going to be unhealthy.  And contribute to the three pounds I gained in the past week.  Seriously, I'm winning at gaining weight.  I can't wait for dessert.  I don't even care about dinner.  Which is steak on the grill.  Which we're having because I love Justin.  I'm still not sure how I feel about the grill.

Also we meet with the doula tomorrow.  And I'm going to try and find someone to walk around the mall with me.  And I'm getting a pedicure next week.  And I'm in such a better mood today and yesterday than I've been in lately about being pregnant.  Also, don't even start a sentence with the word "and".

For a final comment on the day, when I was at the old Hyvee grocery store, there was a creepyish guy walking around with ZERO groceries.  He just kept popping up.  He gave me those creepy, skeeved out feelings.  I was on the phone with my mom, so someone would know if I got abducted.  Although I'd be an annoying adductee, all pregnant and whiney like this.  Anyway, as I was walking to find some tea tree oil, I looked ahead of me and lo!  There he was, with his hand down the back of his pants scratching his bum.  And now you're skeeved too.