NOLA Notes

I have become the Blueberry Girl from Willy Wonka. I feel I need to be juiced. My fingers, feet, ankles, and toes are all swollen. CS LAUGHED at my feet smushed into my shoes this morning. Ouch! My feet are so big, I accidentally kicked my desk–the dang things are getting in my way of walking!

It didn’t help that CS made red beans in the slow cooker yesterday and when I got home, the smell was too good to resist. I need to be eating read beans about as much as I need to be licking a salt block. And do you know what foods DON’T have salt in them? Me neither. UGH!

And tonight is the night we usually have dinner with another couple. In a restaurant. Where salt is in EVERYTHING.

And with my lovely acid reflux, I need to avoid tomato-based foods, ground beef, cottage cheese (are you kidding me??), salads, salad dressings…. You know, things I tend to eat every damn day.

What do eight month pregnant women eat? I AM STARVING OVER HERE. And the Low Sodium Wheat Thins are not cutting it. I suppose peanut butter isn’t good either (I mean, even getting past the “don’t eat peanuts lest Sun develop an allergy to nuts” thing). And I can’t even eat a lot because the little bugger has not flipped yet and her big ole head is smushing my stomach (and lungs).

Now a rain storm is coming. I feel responsible. All the water in the world seems to be seeking me out.

Oy my frigging Vay!