One of the few benefits to my wife’s pregnancy is her craving for pancakes. I say “few benefits” very specifically, as she can be a very … grumpy person while pregnant. Being tired and uncomfortable will do that to a person, no matter the situation. While she has never had the typical wild and crazy cravings that are usually associated with pregnancy (like pickles and ice cream at midnight) she has, however, wanted certain things for dinner more often. This time around, it’s an affinity for pancakes, so we go out to breakfast. More specifically, we go out for lunch and have breakfast.
I enjoy this greatly. I like pancakes well enough, but when I go out and have breakfast foods, I usually go for an omelette. I very rarely make them at home, though I am capable. When I was single I would make them for myself usually on a Sunday, after a particularly long Saturday night, along with a massive side of potatoes and some toast. While I don’t necessarily harken back to those days when I order breakfast food, especially since I don’t get the same size of meal at restaurants that I used to make for myself, there is still great comfort (for me at least) to be found in a sizable plate of my chosen breakfast foods.
Over the last few weeks we’ve gone out to “lunch” about 2 or 3 times a week. This is a bit of a change, as we usually try to limit ourselves to eating in restaurants about once a week. Add to this my choice of food, and you can imagine what my waistline is beginning to look like. Those 40 pounds that I dropped over the last 2 years are beginning to creep back onto the scale.
We won’t be able to go out to eat much when the baby arrives – ANY DAY. In a way we’re making up for lost time, sort of preemptively. Yeah, it’s poor decision making, but if I have to eat omelettes for lunch in order to appease my very pregnant wife, then those are the sacrifices I’m willing to make.