Pregnancy is a strange season in a woman’s life, unless you’re one of those people who “OMG loooooves being pregnant!” <——not me. It’s a season of waiting. And waiting. And wishing time would hurry up. It’s a season where I think to myself, “I hope I don’t throw up today.” It’s a season where your belly expanding and belly button disappearing is a good thing (very counter intuitive.)
It’s a season where I will do strange things for food. Running to the store just for oranges is one thing. Since I’m pregnant, I can justify the fact that all I’ve eaten today is cereal, fruit snacks and a ton of girl scout cookies. The strangest craving yet–broccoli. I’ve always liked broccoli, but I am so desperate for a big bowl of steamed, buttered broccoli, I am about to drive to the store just to get some.