mmm. donut.

so the baby gestation continues. but i want to make it clear that i want it out. and by "it" i mean my child. really. seriously. get out of my abdomen. i mean, ew. think about it - if it was a 6 pound cat, most people might be horrified/repulsed. but it is a 6 pound (i'm guessing maybe more at this point) human, and apparently, people are just fine with that. i am not one of those people.
additionally, i would like my maternal instincts to kick in at some point. i am guessing when the child is able to be held in my arms and not my abdominal cavity, i will feel more like a mother and less like a kangaroo.
also, the non sugar killing of my child has been going well. i have managed to control all that sugar death with proper diet and medication. which is super - but i do have days, like today, where i totally cave and eat a donut for breakfast. or two donuts. in addition to last night's mini glass of wine, i am clearly an unfit mother/kangaroo. but that sugar craving usually subsides and i go back to broccoli. mmm broccoli!
speaking of last night, dinner was amazing. boston may be the red-headed stepchild to new york and its night life may end at 12:30 am, but we have some amazing restaurants. such as the beehive, which is quite lovely and all the rage at the moment. however, i had a major cheapo experience and i cant figure out if i have a problem or not. i love going out to more chi-chi places, but since when is 54 dollars for a bottle of wine considered to be moderately priced? have i missed something? do i need to start robbing more banks? clearly i am a giant cheapskate.