Today I went and met Jakob's pediatrician and I LOVED her.  She is young and I felt it was really easy to talk to her.   She explained their policies really well adn I love the fact they are open  from 8-8.  Also, the doctors in the practice take turns being on call at night and one of them will always call back and answer your questions.  Also with having to bottle feed considering I can't go pump in the middle of work, she was really supportive and made me feel not guilty which was amazing of her.

Now, I have the pediatrician, his room is set up, he has formula, and he is considered full term (even though I am still at 37 weeks.)  Somebody needs to inform this baby that it's time for him to come out and play!!!

     Today I went to lunch with Dave. We had really been looking forward to hanging out considering I am about to pop out a child and we may not have any friend time for a while. We researched for a different place to eat, as the only places in the general area are chain restaurants. So he had a dining guide from the City Paper and found this place called Atwater’s in Belvedere Square.   Now he’s extremely open to… how do I say this… weird? Yes. Weird food. I on the other hand, am willing to try most anything, anywhere. I can always tend to find something on a menu that I like. Well we get to the joint and I take a look at the menu which apparently changes daily. The first thing I see is a soup called Creamy Squash and Leek soup. I am immediately thinking What did I get myself into. I decided on a tomato bisque soup that was described on the menu as vegetarian with black beans, rice, and cilantro, and a side salad which was just mixed field greens with balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Luckily I could get a soda from an ice cream stand next door, because the only things on their drink menu was odd organic sodas such as double expresso soda and chai tea, which contain way too much caffeine for a preggo like me. When our food came, my side salad was fine. Just a simple regular old salad. When I got to my soup, much to my dismay, the soup was orange mush. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a texture person. I will eat anything as long as it isn’t mush. The supposed rice, I am assuming, was pureed into the tomato sauce making what looked like orange chunky baby food…after it had been spit up. I dipped my bread in it trying desperately to get down what I could, considering baby Jakob was pounding against my insides begging for his lunch. When my bread was gone I asked for another piece and the lady behind the counter gave me a piece of spelt bread, which apparently is a substitute for wheat. I told her that I would like to have the same kind of bread I had before while pointing at the one I wanted. She said “oh no this is good, try it.” I ended up keeping my mouth shut and taking the Spelt bread. By this time the texture of my soup went from mush, to mush with orange grease floating on top. I quietly pulled out my cash and put a napkin over my plate stating that I was finished.

                Now to the main point of this whole thing, in places such as this establishment, do people go there because they really like this odd style of what I like to call “yuppie” food? Or do they go because it’s in a higher class neighborhood and it is considered to be trendy? Does anyone actually want to take shots of wheat grass? In a society where most of the people around us are considered “fat” anyways, do they really care about how healthy they actually are, or is it the fact of how healthy they appear to other people by going to these places? Considering most are still “fat” anyways, I am assuming once they get home and find they are still hungry from eating leeks and wheat grass, they then decide the double stuffed Oreos are a much better and satisfying choice.

                As a person who WILL be dieting once I have this lovely child I have been growing, I ask what I can have that is satisfying taste wise, as well as being considered “good for you?” Do I need to sacrifice taste to get the job done?