Location: Bucerias, Mexico
This is me in our backyard under one our flowering trees (in this case, I’m told it’s a bougainvillea although I’ve never been the kind of person who knows the names of trees or flowers). We had our first appointment with our Mexico doctora and she was great. Except for the part where she told me not to eat salt. Like at all. For the next eight weeks or until the baby is born or I die from eating bland unsalted things. Which ever comes first. Did you know that salsa from the store has a TON of salt in it? And cheese. And they prep almost all the meat they use here for asados with not just salt and pepper but also a healthy dash of garlic and onion salt? Sure! Why not? I mean essentially she said: don’t eat any Mexican food, “muhahahahaha”. Yes she even made air quotes as she did the evil laugh. She was also drinking an iced latte in front of a pregnant woman. Need I say more?
Eight weeks! Good thing I won’t get any bigger than I am right now, if memory serves, I’m finally at the max size for this pregnancy because I tried to get up off the couch from a lying position and our neighbor, who helps us with cleaning, just laughed and laughed. (Oh wait, I’m just starting the crazy, ‘your baby is going to double in weight in two months stretch’? Crap.)