Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday!

Well, cycle 4 was a bust. AF arrived on Thursday, rather unexpectedly. My temps were all over the place this cycle, so I didn't know quite when that would happen. Oh, well. It was really disappointing, but maybe cycle 5 will be our lucky cycle. I'm still struggling with the disillusionment that goes along with not getting pregnant quickly, but I'm getting resigned to it.

DH and I are headed to Louisville this weekend to visit his parents. On Saturday, I'm meeting up with some of my Bump ladies for a get-together. I got to meet a few at a TN gtg, so I'm expanding my group. :) I'm really excited, but also totally over-analyzing. What am I going to wear? What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm ugly? Sometimes, I think I'm still 14 years old inside.

This will be the first time we've left the cats alone for more than a few hours. It should be really interesting. I'm hoping they don't freak out and tear things up, or stand at the door meowing for hours. Suki is particularly bad about that...if we go into the bedroom and shut the door, she sometimes will come and cry for several minutes until we either let her in, or she gets tired. She hasn't been as bad about it for the last few days, so I'm hoping she's getting desensitized. We might leave the TV on or something so that there's noise to keep them company. Eek.

I'm excited for dinner tonight. We have leftovers of what I cooked last night. It was originally a stuffed bell pepper recipe, but this time, I just cut up some bell pepper and added it to the stuffing. We ate it wrapped up in tortillas. So delicious. It's ground beef, onion, rice, garlic, cumin, and chili powder. (And for me, red bell pepper.) I was excited that DH liked it so much...proof that I can sneak veggies into his food somehow. Well, it wasn't really sneaking. He knew it was in there and liked it anyhow. Good stuff. :)

Happy Friday! Enjoy your weekend.

The challenges of living with a picky eater

I love DH. Really, I do. He's my best friend, my one and only, my soulmate, the father of my future children. But there's this one thing about him that just peeves me.

He's a picky eater.

I know, I know. "It's not that big of a deal," you say. "Being picky is better than being a jerk/neglectful husband/cross-dresser," you say. And while these things may be true, I'll tell you why this frustrates me so much. I. Love. Food. Almost any food. Italian, Mexican, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, American...you name it, I'll (probably) eat it. I'm the kind of person who has always wanted to try haggis, and would probably like it. But DH? DH is a meat and taters kinda guy. And not even exciting meat and taters. I accuse him of not liking vegetables, and he says, "I like vegetables! I like potatoes...and corn...and green beans." Two of those three don't count, DH. They're starches. They're not even really all that good for you.

So now, I'm the end of my rope, and trying to come up with ways to sneak veggies into his diet. He's told me that I can just buy food without telling him in advance, or cook things without telling him what's in it. But my dilemma is that if he tastes it and doesn't like it, he just won't eat it. Then I'm left with lots of effort and time wasted, and too much leftover food. Sigh. Someday, I will learn how to trick him into eating wonderful food. Someday, I will cook interesting things like quinoa and naan. But until then, I'll keep making pan-friend chicken and mashed potatoes, and dreaming of food.