I Just Might Get Morning Sickness

I know I have already touched on the topic of food cravings, but I would like to take a post to re-visit that topic a little more.  I feel that as my wife's pregnancy progresses there are some issues that I have talked about before which will re-surface or even amplify.  In this case I believe it is amplifying.

And when the wife drags me into it, then it's definitely amplifying.  The other day I ate a strawberry dipped in peanut butter.  I know what you're thinking...it should taste like strawberry jam and peanut butter.  No, no it does not.  It tasted like gross.  I asked the wife at what point did her mind go from being rational and thinking that something would taste gross, to thinking hey those foods would taste fantastic together??  I just don't get it.  Her current sandwich addiction looks gross to me.  It consists of two pieces of toast, mayo, mustard, real cheddar cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce.  It is a sopping mess like those Carls Jr's commercials.  Only the Carls Jr's burgers look really good.  Mmmmmm.  Whoops, sorry.  Got a little carried away there.  Where was I?  Oh yeah, I was dreading the food messes that we are headed for.  I never thought the wife would become a stereotypical pregnant woman but I was apparently wrong.  I'm dreading what other foods she can possibly add peanut butter to.  I'm sure she isn't finished with these concoctions.

Carls The Third?  No.

Oh! And a Side of Garlic Bread

So the baby is 9 and 1/2 weeks cooking right now and hopefully forming quite nicely on schedule.  Last week baby was the size of a kidney bean.  This week, a grape.  With the baby forming at this rate I'm curious as to what size the baby is at 9 and 1/2 weeks.  A pecan?  A weird purple grape?  How much growth are we looking at in this half time show?

Well however big it is, all this food talk is making me hungry.  Maybe this is why pregnant women have all kinds of weird food cravings.  The pregnant woman wakes up wanting to have some "Honey Nut Cheerios" for breakfast.  Before heading down to grab some of those delicious nutty 'os she decides to check her email.  And what does she find there?  An email telling her that she is now 8 weeks along in her pregnancy and her unborn baby is the size of a kidney bean.  Next thing you know WHAM! she is craving some chilli.  Now those "Honey Nut Cheerios" are still in the pantry and the woman's partner has to deal with the after-gas of this whole situation.  It's a cruel, cruel world out there and someone in the food industry is playing head-games with poor, pregnant women.  And me too, I guess, since now I'm wondering if we have any ground beef in the house.  Hmmm.