The baby’s latest request. Don’t ask me, I just work here. And yes, I eat the yellow part last. Moment of the day: Crying on the toilet, where I was tinkling for the tenth time today (the quadruple T). Why? Was watching When A Man Loves A Woman, and just thinking about Meg’s monologue at […]Read Post ›
My cravings are rebellious. Pre bun in the oven days, I could have cared less about tuna salad. I ate it maybe twice a year. Post bun, I dream of tuna salad. Tuna salad on crackers, tuna melts, tuna salad salad…but tuna is a preggo no-no. I can have it once a week at the […]Read Post ›
This is not a post about food. With the food, for today, I feel lost. I thought I was on to something with the whole “eat a lot, feel better” thing, but today I’ve eaten plenty and still feel completely awful. I am obsessing about work; whether or not I will be able to chef […]Read Post ›
First of all, I cannot believe I cooked this: Onions, garlic and bacon for collard greens and baked beans. Hurl. Ribs. Hurl. Baked beans. Hurl. Rigitoni with ricotta, basil and Italian sausage. Woah. Stir-fried veggies in hoisin sauce. Seriously, cooking is completely an act of will at this point. I have discovered, however, that the […]Read Post ›
4:45am. Up like a shot. Top Ramen. Stat. What is going on? I’m four weeks, not 14 weeks. It was a little salty (duh). However, the nausea has completely dissipated. I am already an officially changed woman: I am eating small meals through out the day and only drinking water. Who am I? I am […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 