My cravings snuck up on me. No midnight runs for Kiefer. Then one day I looked at the food from the grocery store and saw I’d bought…
Seriously? How stereotypical.
On my next grocery trip, I came home with peaches, chips and dip, Twinkies, and two flavors of pudding Snack Paks.
Thoughtsy: Never send a pregnant woman to the grocery store.
Kiefer: Are you kidding? A pregnant woman is the best person to send to the grocery store.
After that, I decided to control my cravings. I walked by candy orange slices and start salivating, but I resisted buying them. Take that, craving! I win!
The minute I got home, I sent Kiefer out to buy orange slices.
Every time we got in the car, I made us stop for orange slices. Every. Time.
Thoughtsy: ::buckling seatbelt:: Can we stop and get orange slices?
Kiefer: We’re going out for dinner.
Thoughtsy: Orange slices….
Kiefer: The restaurant is 5 minutes from here.
Thoughtsy: ORANGE SLICES! I’m feeling low on Vitamin C.
Finally, I gave up and just started buying whatever I wanted.
Kiefer: Why are these eggs purple? What did you buy?
Thoughtsy: Pickled eggs. Haven’t you ever had one? They’re good. Don’t be racist against the purple eggs. I eat your cage-free, organic brown eggs.
Kiefer: You are sooooo pregnant.
Thoughtsy: I’ve totally eaten pickled eggs before! I eat them all the time!
Kiefer: When’s the last time you had one?
Thoughtsy: Like 3 years ago. Shut up.
Following the pickled egg debacle, I was on a juice kick. At any given time, at least 4 bottles of juice were in our refrigerator.
Kiefer: Hurry up and finish your pickles. We don’t have room for all this juice.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “My Noah was a girl for five minutes. Then he grew a penis. Right there on the ultrasound. So boy.”—Kimberly Pugliano