I have become 3/4 of a cliche. I am barefoot, pregnant, and can't get enough pickles. So far ice cream is not even on my radar, but I know the day will come when I wake up in the middle of the night needing a bowl of something with caramel and chocolate and marshmallows.
Last night I was miraculously not nauseous or exhausted so, after allowing myself a brief panic that something must be wrong, I spent the evening at Wegman's stocking up on snacks like crackers, carrots, and olives for me and some healthy proteins, whole grains, and leafy greens for the baby. It's amazing how I can spend over $100 and not have any actual meals to show for it.
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