I've been sick again. According to my very scientific sources (movies and television), morning sickness is supposed to last only through the first trimester. I'm supposed to puke once or twice each morning and then go about my day.
Moves and television LIE, my friends! I do have more good days than bad days now, though. And I can stand up without projectile vomiting. So I should count my blessings.
One thing that is true-to-life, however, are those scenes where pregnant ladies commit homicide-suicides because they can't obtain their current food craving. I wanted crispy chicken tenders so badly at work yesterday I thought I was going to go through someone's jugular with my pen.
An actual conversation that happened in front of me:
Coworker 1: "What would you like for anesthetic protocol, doctor?"
Coworker 2: "We'll use the V/K, and make sure to blah blah blah blah."
What I heard:
Coworker 1: "Chicken tenders, chicken tenders, chicken tenders?
Coworker 2: "Chicken tenders! Chicken tenders, McDonalds, TYSON!!
I got my chicken tenders in the end. And a five-hour nap.
I've been baking lately. My latest endeavor: fresh bread from scratch. It looks pretty, but it has a really weird texture and very little taste. I need to find a new recipe.
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