A Craving

So for the most part of my last pregnancy I was craving free. There was one time at the movie theater that I was desparate for onion rings and vanilla ice cream, but that was about it. I was hungry and felt horrible if I didn't eat on a regular basis. So far here, I have been feeling pretty lousy this week and have been trying to eat at regular intervals, and Ben has been great at just saying have a banana, have some yoghurt, all before I complain of being hungry.

I am proud to report that I actually did some thinking for myself after waking up from my afternoon nap with Asher. I was craving meat, the fridge is stocked pretty low, but there on the center shelf, floating in water was a nice slab of tofu. Cubed, dusted in flour and into the fry pan with some oil. A perfect snack, that I had to make seconds and as I type I am wanting thirds. A great protein shot and easy to make, dipped in some vegetarian oyster sauce (heavan in a bottle)

I had a bit of a slip today at the park, some preggo ladies were talking about maternity clothes and I started a sentence with, "the last time I was pregnant..." I am assuming no one caught this slip and I am actually proud that I have it in my head that I am pregnant. It is definitely taking some getting used to, which it did the last time. I have at least stated out loud that I am pregnant, where I didn't speak those works until about 8 weeks last time.