It is fantastic and ridiculous how much difference a lentil sized baby can make in my overall being. I am many-lentil-sized, and yet, this one particular lentil piece of me is dictating that I spend most of my day glued to the couch thinking about food. Not because I’m hungry, mind you, but because it takes the hours leading up to a meal time for me to come up with *anything* that sounds…not appetizing, really, just not vomit-inducing. So far, he likes bananas with peanut butter for breakfast pretty consistently. Lunch is a crap shoot. Today, cheese and a triscut. Yesterday super nachos with shredded chicken– and fresh fried mini donuts rolled in cinnamon and sugar. The silver bullet from my first pregnancy– coke– is a no go. Vegetable beef soup sounds good, but cutting up raw meat does not.
In case anyone wonders (and because I have recently been asked), yes, it is completely, definitely, 100% worth it. Even when the puking starts.
gary | 24-Jul-08 at 12:04 pm | Permalink
I know someone who feels you were worth it too.
Brook | 25-Jul-08 at 3:44 am | Permalink
Is there any correlation between what the beans prefer in their lentil-sized shapes and their out-of-womb existences?
Sarah | 31-Jul-08 at 8:20 am | Permalink
Hmm. The Ant eats half a peanutbutter sandwhich and a banana for breakfast pretty much daily. What could it mean?