Ch. 16: Cravings

O it does not bode well, this cravings business. Today I was not to rest until I had my fill of Sauerkraut and balsamic vinegar. Bowls full. Which was then washed down with two mugs of milk. And the entire episode of this bizarre food combination kicked off with a navel orange. I now writhe in gastric discomfort and I know, come the early evening, I will not hear the end to my trumpeting digestive tract. Erroll’s olfactory senses put up with much these days…

22 weeks along: Bemused husband when I reach once again for the fridge door

22 weeks along: Bemused husband when I reach once again for the fridge door

At 22 weeks along, I thought the Seahorse would be done with food cravings. This never ending surge to consume (with much gusto) novel and unusual dishes makes me blush, especially in front of Erroll, as I cannot seem to stem the tide of its urgency. I MUST EAT DATES WITH MY HUMMUS NOW. That inner drive has me shuffling to the fridge, looking back at a husband mouth agape, sitting on the couch, then bashfully reaching for whatever takes my fancy. I blame the Seahorse…

 

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