Another joy that comes with growing life in one's belly is your ever-changing taste buds. My appetite has gone on a roller-coaster ride of ups and down since being pregnant.
With Roo, I wanted everything I laid my eyes on. A commercial for pizza had me phoning in an order. Reading a book that mentioned English muffins, I would rush out and buy some. Whatever I craved, I ate.
With Turtle, my appetite was non-existent for the first three months and now that I've hit the 2nd trimester, it's all coming back to me but I want salty snacks with the occasional bite of Hersheys.
But I'm getting off track here, the real reason of this post is to complain that I've finally got my taste buds back and I make myself something yummy to eat. Ham and cheese on club crackers, egg salad sammich on toasted white bread, grapes and apples with peanut butter, whatever. I'll go through the steps to make it and just as I sit down to munch on my yummy treats, my daughter appears... out of nowhere! She's just a ghost that knows I've got food, even if she's clear across the house!
And she insists on climbing up into my lap and snatches whatever food I can't get out of her grasp.
She'll do this even when I've made her a lunch of nutritious and yummy treats of her own.
She doesn't care, she wants what Mommy has.
Or Daddy. Daddy isn't safe from this either.
The only thing Roo won't grab off my plate is green beans.
When did this happen and why does it make me crazy? Does this mean I'm a Mean Mommy if I don't want to share my snacks? Does this mean I'm a nut-job because I get bent outta shape about it?
Of course, you know she always wins in the end.
Maybe I should just make double of whatever I make just to be on the safe side.
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