PUMPKIN EVERYTHING! (“pregpocalypse” and lets chat about my upcoming HSG)

An abundance of pumpkins!

An abundance of pumpkins!

It’s fall season, and I’m livin’ in the heartland (the Midwest) where harvest time is cause for great celebration in the form of festivals. There are many “mascots” for fall season: scarecrows, corn husks, apples, and of course PUMPKINS.
I’ve been joyfully indulging in all things PUMPKIN, including the pumpkin spice latte (PSL), the pumpkin scone, pumpkin muffin, pumpkin bread, pumpkin bagel…I’m still due for some pumpkin pie and pumpkin cheesecake (which I will probly make for Thanksgiving dinner).
I made some pumpkin chocolate chip cookies for Mr. MLACS today (and yes, I tested a couple of them–they’re marvelous). In case it’s not obvious, I haven’t been sticking to a gluten-free diet…I’m actually on a see-food diet: I see food and I eat it! Lol, totally corny joke to trivialize the fact that I need to clean up my act. Start juicing again. Stay off the gluten for more than 5 days in a row. Hit the gym. Etc. They say the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have a problem. Step one, check! I’ll get back to you on step two.

I quasi-tricked Mr. MLACS into going to a fall festival with me this weekend…a PUMPKIN festival! It’s always been my favorite festival. It takes place in a sleepy riverside town with a population of 106 people. It’s full of food: pork burgers, hot dogs, funnel cakes, corn-on-a-stick, kettle corn, fried oreos, homemade ice cream, etc.
And there’s lots of crafts, plus entertainment for the kiddos (maze of hay-bales, face painting, pony rides, etc.) and an adorable PUMPKIN patch, with pun’kins of all shapes and sizes, where you can purchase a blazing orange gourd the size of a tractor wheel (and then drag it through a corn field back to your car as your prize for sitting in traffic for an hour behind all the thousands of would-be festival go’ers making the annual pilgrimage into a town that only has one road).

I didn’t warn Mr. MLACS that we would be inching along in traffic for an hour just to get to this PUMPKIN-studded event, but he chuckled at me good-naturedly. When we got there the first thing I spotted was a booth selling cowhide rugs–I’ve been wanting a cowhide rug since we moved to the Southwest 2 years ago–and the lady was selling them for $150. Sweet. It’ll go well with the horned cow skull I snagged in Taos (that I refuse to part with).

The second thing I noticed was ALL the pregnant women. Fall festivals are great for families, so it should be no surprise. But geez. Instead of the zombie apocalypse it was like “pregpocalypse”.

I didn’t mention anything to Mr. MLACS, but I know that he noticed it too. I pointed a couple things out, like “that’s the kind of baby carrier I want, the kind that wraps” or “they brought the wrong kind of stroller; we’ll have an all-terrain stroller that we can use on dirt and gravel”. We stopped at a big pumpkin patch and I took a couple pictures…amongst all the mommies who were taking pictures of their little ones climbing all over the giant pumpkins…

Mr. MLACS sensed that I am desperately hoping to walk around this festival next year with our baby in the baby carrier, taking pictures next to the giant pumpkins. But I shed no tears. I didn’t even wince. I did however avoid a couple girls I went to high school with (we are ‘friends’ on facebook) because I didn’t want to say “hi” to them and meet their husband and 2.5 adorable children. Nope, I hissed at Mr. MLACS to cross to the other side of the street.

So, the PUMPKIN festival was a treat–but also a reminder that we are SO ready for our own little pun’kin (my Mom used to call me Pun’kin).

In other news, I scheduled my HSG for this Friday October 18th. E’rybody says they hurt. A LOT.

For those of you that have had HSG’s, what should I expect? How should I prepare myself? Should I have someone drive me and pick me up? Will I be laying down for the rest of the day? Will I still feel like crap on Saturday as well? I have access to Naproxen and I plan to take it before the procedure, and I have Vicodin if I should need it afterwards, but what worked for you? Thanks in advance for your input–I owe each of you a PSL. XOXO

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