Place Your Bets

June 8th is the big day we will (hopefully) find out the gender of our little bundle. Hopefully he or she is not too shy to let us know.

So, place your bets on what you think our little one will be. I would love to get a tally of your guesses.

My Watermelon Quest

I haven’t really had any cravings. But when I think of something I want, I gotta have it. Gotta make it happen.

If anything has come close to being a craving, it would have to be watermelon in the last two weeks. I love summer because I really do like watermelon. It is the perfect, juicy, sweet, refreshing treat for a hot summer day.

About two weeks ago I bought a wedge of watermelon from the grocery store. I cut it up into chunks, threw it in a bowl, and Jim and I devoured it. Yum! Yum!

A few days later I decided to buy a full watermelon so that it could last a few days. This melon, from Fresh & Easy, had to have been the toughest piece of fruit I have ever tried to cut in my life. Just getting the first cut through the mass was a monumental feat of its own. But the task was accomplished and I threw all the pieces in a container. I was surprised and a little concerned that there really wasn’t any juice on my cutting board. Tasting the fruit only confirmed my fears – it was DRY and bitter and gross! Blech!

This past weekend I bought another wedge. Now we’ve gone to the other extreme – overripe, over-juicy, over-icky. It was edible, but not the perfect watermelon I had been seeking.

I was getting desperate.

Today we had a potluck with some girls at work to celebrate a birthday. I signed up for fruit – still needing my watermelon fix. I went to a farmer’s market type of store as they usually have better fruit. I bought a full watermelon and strawberries (I wanted raspberries too, but they were incredibly expensive). Last night I cut up my much anticipated watermelon…and…

DING! DING! DING!
WE HAVE A WINNER!

I just stood in the kitchen eating my wonderful watermelon. I probably could have eaten the whole thing right then and there. But I didn’t. I told Jim I was sorry to inform him that I was leaving him to marry watermelon. There is nothing like satisfying a long-suffering need.

Now, please excuse me, I’m off to spend some one-on-one time with my watermelon.