Cold Cuts

Being a newly-knocked up gal, (I'm almost 7 weeks) I'm still getting the hang of this whole there's-a-new-life-form-growing-in-your-abdomen thingy.

Seriously, the poor hubs. I don't adapt to change very well.

While preparing to (ahem) conceive, I become aware of the obvious things I'd have to give up. Top of the list: drinking. I do wonder what all the local bartenders will do with themselves when the hubs and I don't come in for Friday date night. I picture the top-shelf vodka for my dirty martinis gathering dust and gradually being covered in cobwebs. I see white wine producers scratching their heads at the falling sales in the Pasadena area and wondering what they did to offend.

Even though the local economy may slip even more due to my dry spell, I still do feel hungover everyday, with the occasional vomiting, sans the drinks. And that, dear (one) reader hardly seems fair. (Sorry for the graphic nature of the puking comment but, I have to tell it like it is.)

Moving on, other favorite items also get put away. Caffeine is not allowed (even green tea which only contains about 3mg of the delectable stimulus). My beloved Sushi (with sake, natch) is a complete no-go. And though I wasn't a regular visitor to hot tubs, I certainly can't become one now.

But, after 3 weeks of being on the pregnancy plan, the thing I miss the most: cold cuts.

That's right, no deli meat for the preggo girl. Unless you warm the meat up until it's steaming...but, that kind of ruins the whole point of cold cuts, doesn't it?

I never thought of myself as a sandwich junkie. Actually, never really though about sandwiches that much at all -- I mean, why would you when there's sake and martinis on the brain. But now that I can't have the stuff, I realize what a staple in my life's it's been. When there's nothing really to eat, make a sandwich. Hungry but don't want to consume a whole meal, grab some turkey and you're good to go.

I do realize what I'm saying is that I could possibly miss cold cuts more than drinking. Don't worry, I'll make sure I explore that thought in therapy.

I'm seriously thinking that after this kid is born, I'm gonna chase my dirty martini with a club sandwich. And yes, I did just gross myself out. But I don't think that's going to stop me.

And so it begins…

Here it is. The first blog post.

(Tap, tap)

This thing on?

Welcome! Come in, relax, grab a glass of wine and don’t forget to tip the servers.

I’ve been toying with an idea about a blog for some time…does seem to be the hip thing now a’days. Lots of my friends have blogs and I enjoy reading them. But, just because my friends do it is no reason for me to start—unless we are talking about underage drinking or jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge, of course.

Sorry Mom, peer pressure is a beast.

Anywho, back to the blog: I just felt like I had something to say. What I needed to say exactly, well, that was what made me pause. I write all day long as a Communications Manager for a mega conglomerate. It’s interesting but it’s certainly not what I'd put in the fun column. And, amongst all the memos and comm plan grids, it just felt like my writing voice was getting weaker by the day.

So, I took the plunge and got a page. And, then it sat blank…for a while. I just couldn’t come up with my niche in the bloggie world. Do I write about food, cooking, wine, marriage, my obsession with Ferbies? Just kidding on the last one. Wanted to make sure you were still with me.

Then it came to me over some beers with my husband (aka “the hubs”). Life’s pretty random; I’m certainly random. Ipso facto—the site will be collection of all the randomness that comes flying at us any given day. It’ll be a sort of stream of consciousness with stories and observations that make this life worth livin’.

I know, hard to contain your excitement, dear (one) reader, but do please try.

Just so we all get where this is going, here are some ground rules I pinky swear not to break:

1.Although we are starting a family, it won’t all be about ultrasounds and kid stuff. I’m sure all that hubbub will make an appearance (it is what is happening in my life), but it won’t dominate the site. For all the singletons out there—you’re welcome.

2. No political diatribes…unless, of course, it’s for equal rights. If you aren’t for equal rights for everyone, do me a favor and skedaddle off this site. Not trying to be rude…I just don’t think you and I have much to say to each other. Love, happiness and rainbow puppies to you.

3. Remember: I’m a department of one. Story suggestions and kind comments are always welcome.

Let’s roll.