2 Sunday Morning in Manhattan

We had an opportunity to get a tour of the hospital where it's all gonna go down. It's a public tour where expecting parents can see the facilities and ask the tour guide general questions about their services. We arrived a half hour early and waited in the main lobby for the tour to start. While we were waiting a crackhead run down lady walked into the lobby and went to use the bathroom. 20 minutes had passed and she still was in there. The cleaning lady informed the security guard and he was forced to enter the bathroom to ask her to leave. That's where things got interesting.  The women started yelling that she wasn't going to leave and that he should call the cops. She kept yelling "Call the cops B****" over and over again. She even said something more, but this is a family blog. At this point there were about 20 freaked out couples in the lobby witnessing the calamity. It really set the tone for the impending tour. I overheard a women tell her husband "and you wanted to live in New York". After the tour we felt good about the hospital, but we do not want to have anything to do with the bathrooms in the main lobby.

Later on we walked around the city and window shopped while soaking up the sun. We walked over 2 miles, unsuspectedly. The city is misleading like that (but in a good way). There is a lot to take in that keeps your mind busy. We grabbed lunch at Five Guys and ended our Manhattan trek with frozen custard from Shake Shack before hopping the train back to the Bronx.

6 The 1-Hour Glucose Challenge

Earlier this week Lina had to take the 1 hour glucose test to check for gestational diabetes. You drink an orange flavored sugar solution and then an hour later the doctor will draw a blood sample from your arm to check your blood sugar level. The idea is to see how efficiently your body processes sugar. Lina had heard that the drink tasted awful and that she should consume it cold to soften the blow. She was very fearful that she wouldn't be able to down the sugar solution. She kept it in the back of the refrigerator to insure it would be the coldest it could be before consumption. Fast forward, she absolutely ENJOYED the drink. She told me that she tapped the bottle to get the last drops. I think she is hoping to fail the test so that she has another shot at the orange sizzurp!

There is more drama to this story, but I'll leave that for you girls to chat it up with L.

3 Burger Queen

It's funny how people are quick to spread their fear tactics about how the "Cravings" will make my life miserable. "Wait till the cravings start" they say. I've heard several horror stories ranging from how tired men had to hopelessly search for thai food in the middle of the night to how the smell of certain foods made the expecting mother so nauseous that the food had to be banned from the house. Well not all things in Cravingsville are bad.

I'm a huge connoisseur of the hamburger. Lina, not so much. Actually, not at all. She would always find any alternative to the hamburger whenever we go out to eat. Her thing is pizza, white pizza at that. That's not even pizza! It's a glorified cheesy bread, but I digress. Well my friends, thanks to pregnancy, the Cheese-Burglar has nothing on my wife. Suddenly she wants to pick my brain on all the NYC burger hot spots. I can't tell you how ecstatic I am. Finally I can feed my epicureanistic burger fascination without the guilt of forcing it on Lina. TAKE THAT FEAR INFLICTERS!

If anyone has a favorite burger spot, please let us know in the comments. Lina's cravings are counting on you.

Epicurean |ˌepikyəˈrēən; ˌepiˈkyoŏrēən| - a person devoted to sensual enjoyment, esp. that derived from fine food and drink.

BTW, "Epicureanistic" is not a word, but it should be. All 7 syllables of it!