I decided on Friday that we should make some nachos today. I've talked about almost nothing else for the past two days. Nearly every conversation I manage to drop in an idea for the nachos, "Oh, you know what we should get? We should get some of that salsa from the Farmer's Market." Well, I didn't really realize I was doing this until last night when we were in bed. Just as we were drifting off to sleep (heck, Rob probably was already asleep) I exclaim, "You know what?? We have left-over steak in the fridge!!!!!! That would be so good if we cubed it up for the nachos!" I'd say this qualifies as a food craving (I didn't have cravings until at least my second trimester last time!)
Update: Ugh..the nachos weren't all that I thought they would be. I ended up feeling nauseous just a few bites in and now I'm wondering what the heck was going through my head to buy all the stuff Doesn't my dear husband have *some* responsibility to not let me do things like this? It's not his first pregnancy, he should know better! You be the judge! LOL
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My responsibility as your darling husband is to do my best to keep you happy and comfortable for the next 8+ months. That would include indulging your food cravings. :)
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