The Queen's Rambles

I feel like I’m only posting to report I’m not in labor. I don’t have anything to say, but since I’m normally a daily blogger I know some people might get excited if I didn’t post anything. Besides, if your friends page/feed reader is anything like mine, it is pretty sparse these days. Facebook and Twitter killed the blog star.

I think Erik’s Wednesday problem all boiled down to a lack of food. He was really cranky today after school so I kept feeding him and feeding him and feeding him. I kept expecting him to turn his nose up at the food, but he ate a whole grilled cheese sandwich, a pot of mac and cheese, three cheese sticks, yogurt and a full dinner in a three hour span. Maybe he’ll grow into his size 5 clothes quickly and quite looking like a hobo. There’s quite a jump in sizes between 4T and 5 boys. And you know how I hate sloppy looking clothes on my dear boy.

My clothes are getting pretty ridiculous as well. Even the shirts that were fine last week are way too tight this week. I know it will take awhile to lose the weight after the baby and that the belly doesn’t go away instantly, but hopefully things will be a little looser next week.

Ohhhh! Story! My mom just reminded me that we went to the Amish Market today.

I got quite the little thrill from a teenage Amish boy, obviously on his rumspringa. He was wearing the traditional Amish clothing, but his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His hair was all spiked up and dotted with a really bad highlighting job. And he was waggling his eyebrows at me!

I was leaning up against the candy counter, just waiting my turn to order potato salad, barely able to breathe thanks to a baby in my lungs. I was looking around, huffing and puffing, and noticed this kid. It took me a minute, but I suddenly realized he was making eyes at someone. I looked around to see who had caught the eye of a wild Amish boy, but I was the only person around. He even waved when he saw me looking. I’m sure a teen girl would have been thrilled by his attention, but he was no Harrison Ford in Witness.

My theory? Since I am obviously pregnant he knows I know how to have sex. He’s on his rumspringa. He’s probably thinking about sex a lot. I’m sure he didn’t want to have sex with me *shudder*, but it was kind of hard to miss the fact that I’ve had sex at some point in the past 10 months.

Or maybe he has a pregnancy fetish.

Who knows. It was pretty strange.

Speaking of Amish stuff, has anyone heard of something called apple gel? One of my mom’s clients wanted her to bring back something called apple gel from the Amish market, but no one knew what we were talking about. Apparently it is a powder similar to corn meal for use in cooking. I have googled it, but my google kung fu failed me. What is it? What is this lady going to cook with it? Or not, since apparently you can’t buy it at the Amish market or the internet. If you exhaust those two sources, what do you have left?