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My grandma told me the following story yesterday:

One evening when she was pregnant with my mother, my grandma really wanted some ice cream. Unfortunately, there was a huge snowstorm, and my grandfather didn't want to go out. They were living in Sea Gate with my great-grandparents at the time, and the ice cream parlor was quite a walk. My great-grandfather heard, and said, "Danny, you can't say no to a pregnant woman, you have to go." (I think this is some Jewish belief--if a pregnant woman wants some kind of food, you have to give it to her.) So my grandfather got his boots and coat and went out.

He came back with the ice cream, and my grandma says, "I don't want it any more". My grandfather had this look on his face, so Grandma says, "Oh, I'll have some."

She took 2 bites and threw up all over the bed. :)

I stayed over my grandma's last night. It was nice and quiet and I slept like a log. :)

She was sorting more of her photos and one was really cool--it was my great-great-grandmother with her 3 children, before they left Warsaw.

Today was grey and (relatively) cold (only 70)--Long Beach was depressing :-( Didn't stop the surfers, though!

I went to lunch with grandma, and then we looked around the shops. We oohed at things in Baby Fortunoff (not buying yet, can't buy things for baby before it's born) and then looked at some tents, sorry, maternity clothes, as they're so much cheaper here. Actually, I'm not that bothered about how I look when I'm pregnant. Everyone expects you to be enormous.

I have gas. I've had gas for the past 2 weeks. It appears to bear no relation to what I've eaten or indeed if I have eaten recently.

I really hope I won't have this for another 7 months....