OK, those of you who have survived or up-close witnessed pregnancy, wrack your brains and come up with something that will help me feel a little less embarrassed.
Before yesterday, my most humiliating pregnancy moment came back in 2004, when I had the opportunity to precisely gauge the size of a Home Depot shopping basket.
Now, I’ve got a new event in the running… because, over the course of about two hours in the afternoon (this is an important distinction for me, because it’s the difference between out-of-control snacking and single-sitting bingeing) I ate an entire jar of baby dill pickles.
Straight out of the jar.
I’m not proud of this fact. I know it’s partly because, for some reason, sour foods help with the nausea, and I have a daily and intensive case of morning sickness this time around. Pickles, lemon, Ice Breakers gum… one might think bland foods would be the answer, but not for me, so far.
But it’s mostly just because I stopped paying attention, was just reading and getting some stuff organized and enjoying the silence because we had L’s baby for the night and she naps like a professional, and somehow, over time… the jar emptied itself.
Awesome. If the baby comes out with a slight green tinge, you’ll know why.