Bummers of Pregnancy: Wanting Cookies

Posted by E-George on June 6, 2008

Once again, since the abatement of first-trimester miseries, I have found certain lusts of blood glucose have wrought forth great mental anguish, pitting the will of health against the power of whim.  The name of my folly?  Cookies.  All I want is a plate of cookies and a cold glass of milk.  For all three meals.  Just cookies.  Preferably cookies by Vanessa, because hers are always lovely, rich, and chewy.  So, what stops me?  Well, mostly I don’t want to go diabetic or preeclampsic in my 6th month, but I also don’t want another 30 pounds to lose, on top of the 30 or 40 I’ll already be gaining as a normal part of this pregnancy.  But, still, I yearn, I pine, I dream of cookies.  And, I try to quell my urges with protein.  Hardly a fair exchange, I feel at times.  

I realize it’s probably OK to have a cookie once in a while, but I’m fortunate enough to live in a household where cookies are not welcome.  That helps, to some degree.  But, it hinders in others because eventually I just may go bat-shit crazy and make a batch of cookies, damning all marital relationship consequences.

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