Pregnancy makes you want some weird sh$t real bad.
It started with lemonade.
But that was just a gateway craving.
Then I experimented for a while with straight lemon extract. (There’s an extensive collection of empty plastic fruit under my kitchen sink.)
Now I’m eating WHOLE lemons – everything but the peel. Sometimes more than one a day.
I’ve tried to keep my addiction a secret, but the other day Todd walked in on me methodically slicing my snack.
Hovering over one of Colt’s plastic plates, mouth watering with anticipation.
Soon I’ll have mouth sores and acidic teeth, but I sure won’t have scurvy!
Instead of judging me, Todd has been my biggest enabler. Er, supporter.
Tonight, he bought me a BAG of lemons.
Sweet Jesus. I’ve never been so excited to see tropical fruit in my life.