Pregnancy craving of the day: an unusual salad.
This salad was made up of mixed greens, fresh pears, almond slivers and chick peas, no dressing.
Dressing is not my friend these days.
Yesterday I spent almost an hour eating fresh oranges. When’s the last time you had a fresh orange? Ahhh, nature’s sweet dessert. (I highly recommended keeping a wet paper towel on hand for those sort of sticky meals.)
This evening, I attended a meeting at which there were limited dinner options. Pregnant Square Piece ate something on the “naughty list.”
I hate that list.
And I especially hate that list when client after client confesses to all the taboo deeds she participated in during her pregnancy, all the while ending up with a happy, healthy baby.
Alcohol + litter box + deli meat + 3rd trimester traveling + smoking + getting tattooed + hair coloring = DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!
My frustration lies in the fact that this is an inaccurate math formula. In a REAL math formula, plugging in the same numbers would result in the same answer every time. Two plus two will always equal four. Always.
But plug in two random pregnancy “don’ts” into the same formula? Sometimes you get a healthy baby and an easy delivery. Sometimes you get a miscarriage. Sometimes you wind up needed an emergency C-section. Sometimes you get a sick baby.
There’s just NO real and true formula! Even the healthiest mom can miscarry.
Discouraged Square Piece feels like she’s on a journey, navigating a maze that’s incased in a bunch of padded walls marked “Probably,” “Possibly,” “Maybe,” “Just in Case,” “Why Risk It?” and “Sometimes.”
Encouraged Square Piece feels like she’s on a journey, a maze that can only be navigated by looking up into the sky and reading “Trust Me” in the clouds.