| My so-called String Cheese Problems |
I have been on a kick lately with having my snack in the evening be a glass of kool-aid, milk, whatever, and a stick of string cheese. I love the string cheese! It's gotten to the point where it must be kept in the house and I'm trying to inflict it onto my child. I think it's that I've always loved the cheese, but then when I got pregnant it had to be mozzarella cheese sticks, cheesy bread sticks, calzones or pizzas. I was on a total dairy kick, 2 gallons in a weekend thanks, and eventhough I've always been a dairy type of girl with my milk and such I just chalked it up to pregnancy cravings.
So, Jared is now like the Nazi of Cheese Sticks, always checking what's in my hand in the evening when we snack and watch a show, making comments, etc. He's now uberly concerned about my bowel movements as he can't imagine someone who has a cheese stick in the evenings or day can not be constipated. Now, I really think that is a very private and I don't care if we're married type of discussion to have with someone and I don't share my bodily function schedule with my husband. Infact the night before I went into labor I prayed to please let me poop before going in to be induced so that I didn't shit on the table as I pushed my son out. (My Mom pooped having my sister and my Dad has never let her forget about it, or anyone else, as he frequently says, "Are we sure they kept the baby and not the poop?") So even if I was constipated I wouldn't be walking through the house doing a little wiggle or rubbing my ass on the carpet complaining about how, to quote dear hubby last night "plugged up" I am. It's just gross to even think that that I would be that mannerly. Yes labor kind of shot my modesty all to hell to some extent, but not my manners especially where bodily functions are concerned.
I'm now WebMding and Googling to see, because I'm sure I read somewhere that cheese does not make you constipated and you'd have to eat about 4 cheese wheels in order to get in a "bad way". I am having no luck because all I get is the new Activia stuff to keep you regular with their special overpriced yogurts and now cheese chunks. Maybe buying those would get him off my back, or I could just lie and tell him they're that type. But then he'd think I'd switched because I was constipated. It's a lose/lose situation here. Seriously. It's not like I'm on crack, just Kraft! |
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Alias: SNM
Hometown: Farmington, WV, United States
About Me: SMN is currently a S@HM who resides in the Senior Citizen capital of the world. Amongst her many talents are writing, tiptoeing through the mind field that is her living room, saving run away strollers, lacing any comment with sarcasm, and changing a diaper in 10 seconds flat. Her greatest achievements are birthing Thing One and Thing Two. Ongoing projects include diving into the world of blogging, weaning an aggressive breast feeder, parenting and all it's challenges, and being a wife she can live with (as well as her husband).
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