Given the incredible list of topics we’ve covered (subjects that I’m sure you don’t want to revisit), what could I have possibly left out of the blog? Is there anything left to admit?
Why, yes, yes, there is.
When Brian and I discovered that I was pregnant, I immediately began to feel my world shrink around me as I recalled certain dietary “rules” that had been mentioned over time by the women in my life.
You can’t eat this, you can’t eat that, or this, or that, or this… and don’t forget that.
Well, now that I know I’ve got a healthy baby boy, I have to be real. Pregnant Square Piece ate a lot of sushi. I mean A LOT. Yes, raw fish. Don’t shake your finger at me, BENNETT needed the sushi! He was practically begging for it from the womb! I tried to satisfy him with “fake” sushi (the kind that only has cream cheese and cucumber), but the boy would not be tricked. On days when the thought of other foods made me nauseous, sushi never seemed to rub me the wrong way.
But I was smart about it. I mean – hello! – consider for a moment the continent of Asia. You think they don’t eat sushi when they’re pregnant over there? HA. The danger of sushi during pregnancy isn’t sushi itself. No, it’s not like the sushi is going to actually attack the baby. On the contrary, the danger of sushi during pregnancy is BAD sushi. But, you see, isn’t that why God gave us a super human sense of smell during those months? …So that we could sniff out the bad guys?
So what did I do? I stuck to the two main establishments from which I’ve ever gotten my best sushi (Wegmans and Otani) because they have NEVER served sketchy sushi (at least not to my knowledge) and I refrained from branching out to other restaurants for duration of my pregnancy (ya know, just in case).
So there you have it. The same held true for smoked salmon and deli meat. I’m not sure if I was the rebel or if Bennett was for prompting my cravings. Either way, we both turned out more than fine!
Don’t forget that I can delete your scathing comments. 😉