Frick, I'm Nice.

I’m embarrassed to admit that I had a good time with Jordan’s family. And it wasn’t even because they didn’t end up playing volleyball and turns out they didn’t have any roller coasters. Or that all of the cheese they had on the cheese bar they did have was totally not on the “Don’t Eat” list.

I talked to his aunt that I had a huge e-mail battle with. I was nice to his cousin who I think is a little bit weird and I even let 2 people touch my belly without asking. I don’t even know who I am anymore. It’s like this 3 lb little person makes me a better person. It’s really starting to freak me out. Maybe it will go away after I give birth, you know like gestational diabetes or feet swelling?

And in case you’re wondering, there were dishes made with pudding, whipped cream, sour cream and cream cheese and I ate them all. I don’t discriminate against food or second or third helpings.