one. although water melon is out of season and therefore out of our price range, a craving is a craving, and pinching pennies all of a sudden becomes a little less of a priority while battling first trimester morning sickness.
two. a male clearly invented the title "morning sickness" and i'd really like to petition to rename this lovely feeling "morning.noon.&.never.ending.night sickness." anyone with me?
three. i will never in my life pray for a heightened sense of smell. i continue to be amazed, and often times overwhelmed by these crazy little senses that have only semi.controlled my life and my appetite recently.
four. pregnant women sacrifice much more than fine wine and their favorite overly caffeinated morning coffee beverage while growing and nurturing their little beans . . . and the fred meyer deli counter is currently playing the role of the evil temptress in the drama that has become my pregnancy. and let me tell you . . . i've never craved a fresh turkey cranberry sandwich plus a refreshing glass of iced tea with a splash of sweet.n.low more intensely than i have over the past four months. just. say. no.
five. cravings are oh.so.real and cause me to become oh.so emotional. the one morning during this pregnancy that my sweet husband did not wake up early enough to prepare our usual bacon, egg & cheese breakfast sandwich, i drove to work wiping just a few tears from my eye. yuup.
six. it is not wise to wolf down an entire box of mac & cheese two minutes before jumping on the scale at your monthly doctor's appointment. oh no no...unless you wan to hear, "i'm sorry to say this, but it's time for you to enjoy less bread and pop and more salad and water." thank you for your care and concern, dear midwife, but i think i'll skip the advice for now and hit up mcdonald's on my way home...
seven. hormones do crazy things to my dreams. last night i sat straight up in bed & woke jordan up proclaiming, "the walls! look at the walls!" jordan jumped out of bed, turned on the light and looked to where i was pointing. "what do you see?" he patiently asked..."they're on the walls! look!" i then layed my head back down on the pillow & drifted off into dreamland. when our alarm went off this morning my confused husband asked me what i thought was on the walls: it was a sting ray.
eight. not only have i picked up an aversion to many, many foods and smells, but i also cannot. think. or. talk. about. YARN. or any other crafting supplies.
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