I’m convinced I’ve already written this post before, but every time I see someone talk about their pregnancy cravings I look at Hector and think… you should be grateful mine aren’t that bad.
For most of this pregnancy I’ve been craving what Hector lovingly calls “Red Dye 40.” Hot Cheetos, Nacho Cheese Doritos, Lucas powder candy, chamoy… basically anything that looks radioactive and would concern a nutritionist.
But suddenly this week? Everything changed.
Now all I want is pink lemonade and salsa with chips. Like aggressively. I could probably survive entirely on lemonade and salsa at this point and honestly? The baby seems very happy with that arrangement.
Pregnancy cravings are so weird because one week your body wants spicy gas station snacks and the next it wants to live like a tiny backyard picnic.
Anyway, shoutout to this little girl for keeping me humble, hydrated, and permanently thinking about snacks.
