Lately, my desire to grocery shop has gone out the door, down the stairs, into the elevator, and landed in the basement. Then, it’s been crushed by one of the cars backing out of the car-park and rolled like a tumbleweed onto the sidewalk, where it’s been further kicked around by passing pedestrians.
Can you tell that food holds no interest for me these days?
Poor Chris. He’ll ask me what’s for dinner, and I don’t know what to tell him – I need menu ideas you guys! Send me your suggestions – something that’s easy, few ingredients, and low on the smell-o-meter scale. Actually, if it meets even one of those criteria, I’ll be a happy camper. Because right now, I’m thinking that take-out for the rest of my pregnancy sounds like a pretty good solution.