The (food) Phases of Pregnancy

I think I'll have to start referring to the stages of this pregnancy based on the foods I am craving.

First, it was pretzels (the Pretzel Phase). Partly because they are handy - I could buy them in our cafeteria or vending machines. But it was really the only snack food that appealed to me in the beginning - between the salt and the carbs I was a happy camper.

Then, as you now know, it was the Cheese Phase. Cheese in any form - sliced, diced, flat and square or long string style - I would eat it all. I found it especially good melted over things and would find excuses to use it in my meals (hmm, I could definitely go for the French Onion soup, that has cheese in it! Or - I wonder how many tuna melts I can have in a week?). Then I'd get grossed out by the thought of tuna, of course, but that's another story.

As it happens, cheese doesn't hold the same kind of appeal as it did before. In fact the thought of eating it kind-of turns my stomach - I guess I just went too crazy and ate too much of it.

Enter... the Peanut Butter Phase. Now anytime Sean asks what I'd like for dinner, I'll hum and haw over it, reject all his suggestions, and will inevitably decide on toast with peanut butter. Of course, I have to have hot toast right from the oven, so the peanut butter gets warm and melts. Cold peanut butter is only suitable when you have either chocolate chips or bananas on hand, and even then, once I start thinking about peanut butter, I've got to have it quickly. The chocolate chips have been lost to the back of the cupboard for months, and bananas are too much work, so toast it is.

Now if you excuse me, I'm off to make dinner...