It's 2:48 am here in Algonquin, Illinois, and I lie here obsessing over things that I cannot have. This time, it's a slice of cherry pie with a nice flaky and buttery crust. But wait, I don't even like cherry pie. I NEVER even think about cherry pie - I neither love nor hate it. So why was I jarred from slumber because of this desire for freaking cherry pie?!
One word. Pregnancy. Or maybe two words. Pregnancy Hormones.
I decided to start blogging again, just as a way to deal with my strange new eating habits and desires. I haven't gotten emotional about much so far, but I do cry over food. Literally. I cried during my third week of pregnancy because I wanted a tuna melt also around 2 am and couldn't have one. Just burst into ugly tears. So Glenn made me some toast.
Hopefully, through this blog, I can capture our excitement, apprehension, and food cravings and appreciate everyday of this pregnancy experience.
P.S. I just started week 14.
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