Is ice cream fun when it's a job?

When I was a kid, I loved corndogs. Then I went to college and got boxes of them from Costco to put in the freezer because they were cheap and fast. After college, it was a long time before I could appreciate corndogs again. I've had a few cycles of that. The point? Corndogs were great when I didn't HAVE to eat them.

A few weeks back, Chris's maternal fetal medicine doctor (a specialist, not the same as an OB) put Chris on a high-protein diet because baby Samantha (that's here name right now) wasn't growing like she should. From the 20th to 24th week, she went from the 30 something percentile to the 18th percentile of growth. Because of this, the doctor put Chris on a high protein diet... that meant eggs for breakfast, peanut butter for lunch, meat for dinner and an ice cream shake with a scoop of protein at night. I told Chris she might not like ice cream so much now that it was a job.

So how have things shaped up in the last 3 weeks? It's definitely a job, but her love for ice cream has not backfired as I predicted. Maybe it's because I've become so good at making a shake! See, the secret is adding about 1/4 the milk you think you should and blending it a long time. That way it is thick and smooth when done, instead of thin and smooth like most homemade shakes, or thin and milky with the blended ice cream floating at the top that's impossible to drink.

Friday we find out if these shakes are permanent for these last 3 months. I still hold out that if they are, Chris will be hating ice cream by the time this is over.