This morning, while making my peanut-butter-and-banana breakfast sandwich, I realized that something about it was not right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but this sandwich was different. Strange. Unappealing. I proceeded anyway, chalking up my sandwich displeasure to still being half-asleep. I had a few bites before I realized what was going on.
I am officially OFF BANANAS. Never has anything tasted or smelled so foul. The mere thought of them while typing about it now is absolutely revolting. And please understand, I have eaten a couple of bananas a week for as long as I can remember, so you can just imagine my confusion. But hear me now: Bananas No More. They are hereby rendered gross.
Isn’t pregnancy a strange and wonderful mystery?
In other news, I will be attending the “Vancouver’s Largest Baby Shower” event on Sunday with my mum. I must admit that I’m really excited. Imagine. Actually being pregnant and going to a baby fair with my mum. Could anything be more wonderful?
5 comments:
How fun about the baby shower thing!!!! Thank goodness you will be perfectly content and happy while there, too. I can't wait to hear about it.
I would die without my bananas!!! That sucks they are grossing you out so much. Pregnancy is freaking crazy! ;)
oh i wish i could go with you! funny about the bananas.
Have fun at your baby fair event!
Yay for a baby belly! I bet you look really cute.
Even without being pg myself, I know what you mean about a previously loved food suddenly being blacklisted. I feel the same way about lemon bars after an unfortunate incident in 1993. :)
I hope you had a fabulous time with your mom at the baby fair today, Hilary! As for the bananas, I'm sure they will be glad to see you again after you give birth to Scrappy!
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