Before I continue to go about my day, which I have started a bit late for a few good reasons (1. I am 38 weeks pregnant, 2. I woke up late, 3. food and sleep are my current vocations), I would like to honor the Almighty Watermelon.
If I could find my camera I would have a picture to share of the remains... from my watermelon binge at dawn... 5:45 this morning to be exact. They were remarkable I must say, comparable to a leg of lamb. I think some might think I am eating too much watermelon, that I'm some kind of fanatic or radical. Call me what you like, but I can only testify to what I have tasted, the satisfaction I have found.
O Holy Watermelon, You wake me from my sleep, you call to me out of the depths of the ground from which you grow... and I must obey. No matter what craving I have, you quench it. I had a craving for potato chips, but we had none, so I ate of your fruit and the craving was gone. You're all that's on my mind, your sweet crunchy watery goodness is all that I could ask for. I could sing your praises alone, but I know there are many who would join me, pregnant and non-pregnant alike. Thank you for the satisfaction you bring to me, and to all. Amen.
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Haha, I've heard of many a pregnant woman crave a watermelon. That never happened to me though! Interestingly enough, your uterus is about the size of a watermelon now.
I'm so excited for you as the time of your baby's arrival approaches! You guys are always in our thoughts and prayers! I can't wait to hear the good news and read the beautiful birth story!
~Grace Markey
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