Pregnancy is a strange and fickle beast.
Just kidding, I have more to say than just that.
For example, one of the things that I've noticed that is now different about me is my relationship with food. As you can imagine, if I eat something that I should not have eaten (ie. the fishsticks I had for dinner last night) my life quickly dissolves into a living H. E. Double hockey sticks. And more often than not, so far, this is the case.
HOWEVER, if I win the culinary lottery and somehow eat exactly what my body wants at the exact right time... oh, it's like a magical heaven from which I never want to leave.
Like a couple days ago I was thinking that a pickle might be nice. I struggled to open the jar for about .09 seconds, before losing my patience and giving it to my main squeeze to muscle for me. Aren't husbands great? Upon jar retrieval I pulled a nice thick wedge from it's chilly home, set it on a plate and licked my fingers.
And then I literally giggled out loud in delight because the juice tasted soooo good. That half hour of crazy pickle binging was the best I'd felt all day. It was the food of the moment.
Now I want chocolate milk.
Gallons of chocolate milk.
A pool of chocolate milk.
A chocolate milk ocean!!
I could live my life on chocolate milk. (and I just want you to know that I had to retype milk 5 times because I kept spelling it "mild". meh?)
I'm also really enjoying V8 fusion. It's got a full serving of fruits and a full serving of vegetables in each glass. That's gotta be good for something, right? In fact, I'm thinking that at this point I would go on an all liquid diet if I thought it would be healthy for me. I just want to drink stuff all the time! So good...
And that's where I'm at these days.