While pregnant with Ryan, I ate enormous amounts of Taco Bell food. There were spans of time I ate it daily.
I would order extra nacho cheese, then drink/lick it out of the little plastic cups it came in.
I was surprised Ryan wasn't born looking like a Mexican Pizza.
This pregnancy started out no different. I had constant morning sickness. The only thing that sounded remotely good was Taco Bell, even though I threw it up most of the time.
The past few months have been even more disgusting.
I can't remember the last time I ate fried food.
Oh wait, yes I do..... I eat it like the world is ending tomorrow. Pregnancy cravings are intense.
I have been eating Kentucky Fried Chicken regularly since November.
Hi, I'm Emily and I'm a KFC-aholic.
I also can't get enough crushed ice. I bought a snow cone machine from Costco and it was the best $40 I have ever spent.
I eat 7-10 glasses of it a day. I don't know what's wrong with me.
Its like crack cocaine. I HAVE to have it.
At least I haven't prostituted myself for a fix.... yet.
I literally just took a blogging break to go get more ice because writing about it made me crave it so bad.
If I ever go missing I'll probably be found huddled in an abandoned warehouse gnawing on chicken tenders and crushed ice.
Look for me there.
Ah-men.
