So, here I am, pregnant again. Only, this time around, things are different. This baby doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. I don’t find chocolate all that appetizing anymore. I usually regret my folly if I eat a sweet treat. This baby wants fries, and pickles, and lots and lots of vinegar.
What’s with that? It’s Easter time, the stores are filled with Mini Eggs, and I’m simply not interested. Me. Not interested. In Mini Eggs.
Ah well, I’m sure it will all be back to normal next year. For now, send your deep fried potato products my way.
And, also, let me know what you think. Does an aversion to sweets mean boy or girl? For the record, I did like my fries with Hannah, but I also liked cookies and chocolate and ice cream and ate them to no ill effect.