Pickles could quite possibly be one of God’s greatest gifts to man. Or at least to this pregnant woman. My pickle binge all started last weekend, when I visited my cousins in Ohio. Some innocent looking pickles came with my sandwich, and by the end of the meal I had eaten everyone else’s pickles too!
Now, normally I am a pickle fan, but after that one meal I couldn’t stop thinking about pickles. Kosher, dill, spears, slices! I DON’T CARE WHICH; I JUST HAVE TO HAVE PICKLES. This might be my first pregnancy craving! Thankfully, Jon stocked the house for me before I got too hormonal (I thought I was going to have a meltdown when I didn’t have any pickles on Monday). If loving a pickled veggie this much is wrong, I don't wanna be right. :) The way I’m going through them though, we might have to restock soon. You’re turning me into a pickle-holic little bean! Is there a support group for that? :)
3 years ago
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