So apparently the only things that I can eat now are those which this tree-hugging little hippie inside of me deems "healthy". Greek yogurt, allowed. Pizza, definitely not allowed. Fresh fruits and veggies, they can stay. Chicken wings, forget about it. This little punk (whom I dearly love and adore) is apparently on a soap box about eating right and making good choices. I don't know what that's about.
The tricky thing is that I had to figure this all out the hard way. Baby couldn't tell me "no, please don't eat or even want that pizza. I'm not going to like it." It's like the kid was on their cell phone with someone else's fetus saying, "Yeah, she's about to eat a slice of pizza... I know, but I really want her to learn this lesson on her own... it's really best for everyone if she discovers how to make good choices through her own discovery... it will mean more in the long run...Ok, well here she goes, gotta run. Ciao babe."
I love you baby, but sometimes mamma just wants a candy bar.
On a side note, I heard my favorite pregnancy craving yesterday. One of the Cafe waitresses would only eat rye bread loaded with butter and topped with Cheetos folded over into a sandwich when she was pregnant. Hilarious.
I hated pizza while pregnant with Eisley. Sucked when a friend came to visit me and we weren't telling people we were pregnant yet and she ordered a ginormous Toppers pizza (i.e. disgustingly greasy) and I had to leave the room and couldn't tell her why. :-)
ReplyDeleteI craved green vegetables! So the health-nut genes may have come from our side! Green beans, broccoli, spinach, yum!
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