ALL I want is tomatoes. Lots of fresh, ripe tomatoes. What is wrong with me?
Oh, that's right... I'm pregnant. It's just part of the process, right?
When I was pregnant with Evie, I was ALL ABOUT the watermelon. Watermelon slices with every meal - breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And maybe about three or four watermelon snacks every day as well. (It's no wonder I looked like a big green melon by the 41st week...)
This pregnancy so far has been all about aversions -- any food that doesn't immediately seem appetizing better stay far away from me.
Then I found tomatoes. My addiction.
I literally had tomato soup for breakfast this morning. And sliced tomatoes at lunch. And I'll probably have grilled tomatoes tonight at dinner.
And a tomato and lettuce sandwich at 11:30 PM a few nights ago. Yup, it was just two slices of bread with tomato, lettuce, and mayonnaise. (Thank you , Dadda, for preparing it for me and not gagging while spreading the mayo for me. He hates mayo.)
At this point, I would not be shocked if our child comes out looking eerily similar to this:
|Yup, this just guaranteed nightmares tonight |
about a little cherry cherub.