I almost called this post “I Fell Big” but I didn’t fall. I just can’t type. My sis, however, did fall in the shower a few weeks ago. I told her trying to shave her legs while preggo is a no-no. She didn’t listen. She is fine though. So is her baby.
Everyone knows that both my sisters are pregnant, too, right? Yep, all 3 of us. Preggo. We’re all due within a month of each other. Funny because I’m the oldest, due first in January. Taylor is the middle, due second in February. Kat is the baby, due last in March. We are also all having boys. Bring on the testosterone.
I seriously have a problem with gingerbread. Men, women, snow people, candy canes. The shapes don’t matter. I literally cannot shove it in my mouth fast enough. And some part of me tells my brain that it’s healthy. I mean, cinnamon is good for you. As is molasses….maybe? Anyhoo, can’t get enough. Made a second batch last night and I decorated them today. I also had to “taste test” a few, too. Don’t want to have bad gingerbread. It was basically a selfless act on my part. You’re welcome, family. You are welcome.
Besides eating loads of gingerbread, it’s no wonder I feel big. Granted, I’m pretty much at the end of this pregnancy. And none of my clothes fit. Hubby’s clothes fit me great though. And his pajama pants are some of the comfiest I’ve ever slept in. I may or may not have shed some tears over the fact that I do fit into his pants. Most likely, I did shed the tears.
Here is the recipe for the Gingerbread. I think it comes from like a 1931 issue of Southern Living. Was Southern Living even around in 1931? No. No it wasn’t. It was founded in 1966. So let’s just say this recipe has been around for quite some time. I also won the blue ribbon at the Carter County Fair for entering this recipe when I was about 6 years old. My name was printed in the paper. I got a blue ribbon. I’m kind of a big deal.