Before it was socks, I was obsessing over sushi.

It started because a few months ago I suddenly knew or knew of a good handful of women who were either pregnant or who had recently given birth, as well as a father-to-be or two. I’m embarrassed to have any association with the ‘biological clock’ cliche, however knowing that its in my future has made me impatient with a little bit of selfish ‘what about my turn?’ feelings. To calm that I told myself that if I was pregnant I couldn’t eat sushi, so there’s a reason to be happy that I’m not pregnant.

Soon after I realized that means nothing if I’m not actively getting sushi on a regular basis!

Last night Andrew came home and said he was wanting sushi on the way home but didn’t want to go back out. He left it up to me to convince him to go back out if I wanted sushi – well sushi was mentioned, of course I want sushi! After giving traffic time to die down we went to Aoki and were both happy. I had sushi with Jason a little while back, but we tried on a Monday when Aoki was closed (I think 90% of the time I try to go to Aoki is on the wrong day) so I don’t think that craving was truly satisfied until now.

As for not being able to eat sushi while pregnant, it turns out that whole idea is just overblown panic in this country. I’ve decided I’m going to keep eating sushi (and really I get only sushi a few times a year.) Instead of my final sushi party I’m still going to throw a ‘not-really-giving-it-up-but-why-pass-up-a-chance-to-have-a-sushi-party’ party. Most likely that’ll end up doubling up with my birthday sushi party.

I’m looking at this book called The Panic-Free Pregnancy on Amazon which I expect to pick up at some point. (Unfortunately it’s not on Kindle.) This part from the sample I found funny:

Q: Should my husband quit drinking coffee while we’re trying to get pregnant?

A: There is no reason for your husband to give up coffee. […]

There is too a reason – it’s called, ‘if I have to suffer, so do you!’