Eggs, With a Side of Sex
I can’t pinpoint reason for upset tummy… Anxiety over potential Minetta Tavern reservation? (Hostess, please call back!)
Or is it something simultaneously bigger and smaller… say, something smaller than a pinprick that is rapidly multiplying in mass (with every breath I take, every hunk of cheese I ingest) that within 9 months will be the size of a small watermelon? Let’s break it down–am I about to pee on a stick and discover that Jamie and I will be the proud (and totally poor) parents of Irish twins come summer?
Or, maybe tender tummy, etc is psychosomatic and total result of Thursday night dinner with the girls…? (Holy molasses I exhaust myself… Hmmm… wonder how Hubby must feel…)
I’ll say this: eggs are the new hot topic. Eggs with a side of sex, that is.
