April 16, 2009
What A Pregnant Girl Wants
I’d sell my laptop for a plate of fajitas right now. No joke. I would. Okay, I’d sell my old laptop…
This low/no salt diet sucks. I have dreams about salt. I woke up this morning and asked my husband if it smelled like salt in the room. He stared at me as though I had just been released from a mental hospital, as if he was trying to measure my sanity. Or insanity?
I want all the things I’m not supposed to have. Fajitas, French Fries, Dill Pickles, Bratwurst, Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup, and Coke. I want a glass of good old Coca-Cola.
Instead I get to eat lettuce and strawberries (not together of course) and other healthy foods.
I had a prenatal appointment on Tuesday and my fabulous doctor, whom I adore, gave me the lowdown about my weight. I’m not allowed to gain more than 15 pounds, but he’ll let me go to 20 if necessary. Anything more than that and it’s a blood pressure disaster.
So I’ve given up every salty, fatty thing I love and it’s not much fun. Especially when I have dreams about fajitas and salsa and warmed tortilla chips.
Le sigh.
Off to eat more rabbit and bird food.
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April 16th, 2009 at 10:49 AM, Jean M. Says:
Oh Dana your making me want salt..at least warmed tortillas with some sizzling fajita meat..yum!
Ok I’m drinking a Diet Lipton Citrus Tea just for you. Cheers and good luck!
April 16th, 2009 at 9:51 PM, Cheryl Says:
DANA!! This is what happens when I drop out of the bloggy world for several months. You go and get pregnant, and I finally get a twitter account and hear about it there. Congrats honey!!! I’m so excited for you and the boy and the husband. What a gift from God. — I had the mandate to only gain 15 pounds as well. During the heaviest of my sugar cravings, I would eat a quarter watermelon every night. Kept me from the ice cream.
April 17th, 2009 at 9:46 PM, Ashley Says:
I.WANT.FAJITAS