hot dog


This morning I seriously considered calling my mother-in-law and telling her that I’ve been craving broccoli and spinach and lean protein and running five miles every morning. I would’ve really impressed her with my incredible health-conscious attitude and my love for all things green. I could’ve bragged about how I’m going through my pregnancy eating healthy snacks and doing moderate exercise, all while working full-time and keeping a perfectly clean house. I really considered it; but it all would’ve been a lie.

The truth is, I’ve spent the last four days doing everything I can to resist my intense pregnancy cravings for hot dogs while wallowing in my own exhaustion on the couch with a sink full of dirty dishes and four loads of laundry sitting on the floor. And isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? I mean, c’mon, healthy food and exercise while preggo? Are you kidding me?!
Yesterday, I drove by 7-Eleven and saw a picture of a hot dog and literally had to force myself to keep driving instead of pulling up, running inside, smothering it in mustard and consuming it in two gulps. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Oh, wait, yes I do, I’m PREGNANT and that wreaks havoc with my system. I don’t usually like frankfurters at all, but right now a big, juicy dog is pretty much at the forefront of my every waking thought.
And is that so bad? I don’t think so. The fact that I’m craving hot dogs is actually a good thing (c’mon, agree with me here!). It means that I don’t have morning sickness, which I did during my last pregnancy. I feel like I could consume anything and everything in sight. And why shouldn’t I? Pregnancy books and mother-in-law be damned. I’m going to stuff my face and feed my cravings. OK, gotta run! The Homer Simpson in me has finally won out. I’m gonna go get that hot dog!
Submitted by Mamamia