There are many many details I left out of my birth story. I could have written pages upon pages about it if I wanted to. These are little details that I think about at night as I’m dozing off to sleep. Some are important, some not so much. Several are not worth mentioning, but this one, oh this one I simply must share with you.
I have been thinking about it all morning and I realized I just cannot go on any longer without sharing this part of my story with you.
It’s about a donut. Or a pastry, if you prefer that name.
This is a donut my husband got with his coffee (while I was in the shower and flooded the room, remember?) and I ended up eating a bite during labor- probably around 5:48am- because I was starving.
Oh my holy goodness. It was the best donut I have ever tasted. I ate the whole thing. (Sorry husband for taking your breakfast) And then, after I gave birth and was in the relaxing recovery room, I had my husband get me another and I ate it, too.
I really wish to all get out that I would have taken a picture.
It was that good friends. I don’t know a lot about donuts and my husband and I couldn’t agree on what “type” it was, but I will tell you a few things. A) It was a circular shape, well a jagged type circular shape. B) It was a medium size. C) It did not have frosting on it. D) It was really really good
If I was still pregnant I would be craving it right this very minute. Are you allowed to be 11 days postpartum and craving something? I don’t know, but what I do know is that I might possibly be getting one of these said donuts at our next doctors appointment. Until I decide I’m ready to lose this baby weight.
And I’m not ready yet.