Every time I pour a bowl of cereal, I think about how I should post about that in my blog. Riveting, right? I have a purpose, trust me. There are things that I like and then there are things that I LOVE. Cereal is one of them and never more so than when I was pregnant. It was as if I could never have enough of the crunchy/milky/sweet combination. And not just any cereal; I haven’t bought a box of anything other than Publix Crunchy Granola since maybe March.Ā And I go through a box in a week. It’s mostly like raisin bran except the flakes aren’t more like cardboard that get soggy and tasteless after one single minute in milk. It was the first thing I ate when I came home from the hospital. Most nights, it’s the last thing I eat before catching a few hours before Elliot gets to eat again. I love this cereal!
There are other things, too, that I became even more fond of due to the whole life-sucking leach that resided in my belly for roughly 9 months. I’ve always liked root beer but by god, if I didn’t crave IBC on a daily basis.
Everyone likes ice cream and I’m pretty fond of it; I’d take cake or pie if I had the option. But around month 7, I had a stint where all I wanted was Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. I went through about 3 containers in a week before I burned out and stopped, because I also felt sort of guilty.
On a similar note, something I always liked to do was sing along to a favorite CD, cranked up pretty loudly. Since the coming of baby, I really feel badly about, you know, blowing out his tiny eardrums with the likes of Dropkick Murphys or Lagwagon. So the rare times I get to be in the car by myself, you’d better believe my speakers are pumpin’ pumpin’.
Now that I am no longer gestating a tiny being, I can eat some of those forbidden foods once more. Most of them didn’t really affect me but I was saddened without sushi. However, tomorrow night we are going to a hibachi restaurant and I am going to load up on dragon rolls and eel, and all the raw fish and seaweed I can shovel into my gullet. Oh yes, it will be a night to remember.
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OMG I love DKM… It is nice to find another woman that gets into what my mother fondly calls “sh**” kicken music. I have to laugh. sorry.
Why can’t pregnant ladies eat sushi? I’m guessing it’s Bad For Baby, but can’t figure out why.
Apparently, raw fish can make a fetus very sick.
yes, I love me some Dropkick and a lot of other punk-ish music that I am probably too old to be listening to. š
I think the sushi has something to do with Mercury levels in the uncooked fish?
GO PUNK or GO HOME š š