Doctor, a Movie, and a Craving

On July 3, I began the first of my weekly appointments.  Lucky for me, everything is going GREAT, which is really important because I am a workaholic and if I was not at work I would be concerned.  There was a bit of information that the doctor (who is not my typical doctor) mentioned at my appointment.  In two weeks, I have gained five pounds.  Oops.  My wonderful husband noted how well I have done through most of my pregnancy gaining less than 30 pounds, but I no longer have that tidbit as a bragging right.

For the long holiday weekend I brought a few movies home from work, including "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty."    I remember my husband and I watching the previews for this movie in early December.  We knew right after Thanksgiving that we were expecting and seeing the previews sparked an impromptu post-New Year's trip to Las Vegas which resulted in us being stuck in Denver, renting a car, and driving halfway across the country.  The roads were great for most of the trip, but with negative temperatures we had to stop to purchase some warmer clothes and milk since we were sure our local store would be wiped clean of the kitchen staple.  Today while watching the movie, I asked my husband if he remembered what was going on in his life when this movie came out in theaters.  "We went to Vegas," he said.  He did not recall why, so I reminded him, "We just found out we were going to be parents."

In the movie, Walter Mitty ended up in an airport and went to Cinnabon.  "Mmmm, Cinnabon."  "Do you want to go to Cinnabon?"  my husband asked.  "Yes."  I could see the wheels turning, trying to process the exact location of the closest Cinnabon.  I told him the mall always has Cinnabon.  Wouldn't you know that I had to drop something off at a friend's house and would be going right by a mall?   Sadly, my acid reflux was beginning to kick in and I told my husband I would be unable to eat.  Turns out, there are only three Cinnabon locations in the state of Indiana: Circle Center Mall, Lafayette Square Mall, and a travel center in Shelbyville. I was prepared to drive home, but my husband had a craving of his own, ice cream.  Dairy Queen?  No.  Something from the grocery?  No.  He would let me know.  Turns out, Culver's was the answer.