Go, Scrappy! I lurv having a regular yoga practice, and I hope I can fit it back into my schedule and the budget after the kiddo is born.

I would love to tell my DH that I'm having a craving, but for all those conversations we've had where I've denied having any cravings. And we've been eating out a lot, lately, including last night.

Where, Barb?

Cute shoes, GC!

Yay, yoga! I'm only up for about 15 minutes of yoga at home, so I'm not attempting a class, but I'm already feeling like I'm getting benefits.

Sparky, you have to try the new pizza place so you know whether to recommend it to visitors! Is that the place that totally faked out me and DH by having a sign but no interior when we were there? Seems unlikely, now that I consider how long ago that was, but it was a pizza place...

It's a site called Louboutin Box: [link]

I am in exceedingly deep lust with a couple of pairs on there.

Looks like Laboutin Box stuff is knock off. Still, pretty!

Yeah, I was poking about and found a few other sites of the "too good to be true" variety. I figured they were knock-offs, especially when one pair was something like 90% less than the actual retail.

{{{Fay}}}

Tell him you have a craving. What father-to-be can refuse his wife's pregnant cravings?

I'm nearly certain that there's even a Talmudic injunction about this -- if a pregnant women is having a craving, her husband has to go get her whatever it is.

really? Not to sound like Annoying Goyische Officemate or anything...

I'm nearly certain that there's even a Talmudic injunction about this -- if a pregnant women is having a craving, her husband has to go get her whatever it is.

Not according to my husband. (And he's Jewish.) Late one night when I was pregnant with Nate, I had an overwhelming craving for a Hershey's bar. Just a plain old Hershey's bar. We lived two blocks away from the grocery store. I told Lewis I wanted a Hershey bar. He refused to go get it. His reasoning? There was a blizzard going on.

I still maintain that it was a tiny little snowstorm. He swears blizzard. Needless to say, he didn't go.

I have never let him forget this.

in spite of which it struck me that it would be very, very apt to dig out my grandfather's poetry book, which I inherited, and which had a bookmark stuck into a page with a poem named 'Mabel' - I've assumed that it was put there by him, since he was utterly and totally besotted with his Mabel, by all accounts. I mean, so besotted that some 30 years after his death, one of the guys who was in his batallion in WWII showed up at my grandmother's door and said: "Are you Tom's Mabel?" and she was all "????" and he said "Hi - I was just passing through your town, and I had to stop by and pay my respects. Tom was such a wonderful bloke, and he spent the whole War talking about how much he adored you - we all felt like we knew you!"

I think reading this poem is a lovely idea.

OK, a bit of googling tells me that I was only remembering it half right. The ruling is that, if a pregnant woman smells a food and gets a craving from that, then "you" must get the food for her, even if it's not kosher. It doesn't specify the husband in particular for that "you." (They believed that a pregnancy craving was a vital need, and that not eating a food you were craving could cause a miscarriage.)