In Which I Disclose My Love of Tuna Casserole and Aversion to Surprise Belly Rubs

A bit of pregnancy related addendum:

First, tuna casserole. It's been a favorite of mine for pretty much ever. I even requested it for a birthday dinner one year. Not even joking.


Before you foodies of the world break down in outraged sobbing, might I just say that Bon Appetit even has their own version of it complete with dill and Gruyere? Clearly, it's not all bad . . . right?

Anyway, I made my mom's version with cream of mushroom soup and cheddar cheese. Because, hey, that's what I grew up with.

It was awesome! Actually, let's be clear about that "awesome" part. I made it the other night and could not stop eating it. It was the strangest, funniest reaction I've ever had to food. It tasted spectacular. I'm not sure what it was about that casserole, but my body kept screaming at me, "EAT MORE. I NEED IT." And my tummy refused to get full, so I ate half of the 9x9 pan. With glee. My baby's going to come out with little fish fins or something; I just know it.

Secondly, since I'm quickly approaching the "Oh my GAW! She has a baby bump and I must touch it" phase, I feel I need to make an announcement to the world in general.  If a stranger, benevolently or otherwise, tries to touch my belly sans permission, I may not really react super well. If you breach my bubble of space without so much as a "May I . . .?" my mama bear may come out and things could get, um, uncomfortable. Fair warning.

Because here's the thing. I get that you're excited about my baby. I am, too. And I have no problem being excited with a complete stranger over the miracle of life, but I DO have a problem with strange hands coming out of nowhere without warning. If we're not on a first name basis, you need to ask before you touch. Juuuust so we're all clear on that, mmk?