Unfortunately our new year resolution of improving our financial state has conincided with my second trimester. This means one thing. Meat. Lots and lots of thickly sliced slabs of dead cooked cow (and occasionally pig). Yummy. I've been trying to make due with the occasional cheeseburger, but I'm telling ya, it's just not cuttin' it. I want steak. I want prime rib. I want shredded pork on a bun. I want pot roast. (Oh god, I'm actually drooling right now!) This is conflicting with our financial plan because getting these things cost money. I don't normally eat meat, so I don't know how to cook meat, leaving my only option to get meat at resturaunts. Unfortunately, McDonalds does not have steak on their dollar menu.
I remember the overwhelming need for meat during my last pregnancy. I was working at the time (making enough money to finance my meat addiction) and would walk to the deli across from my office and order a foot long cheesesteak every single day. (And I actually wonder sometimes how I gained 60 pounds, gee, how could that happen?) I suppose with the plethora of bad things I could be craving, meat is hardly strange or unusual, or even particularly unhealthy.
I'm thinking an appropriate name for this child, should it be a girl, would be Audrey, as I can almost hear the baby calling to me from my womb "FEED ME SEYMOUR!" Thankfully this baby is only asking for cows, not Steve Martin.
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