Way back when I was a lover of cheese, a co-worker shared this delicious black bean pie recipe with me. I was obsessed and often made it for guests who always “ooooo’d and aaawwwwed” over this super cheesy vegetarian dish.
My body was telling me I was pregnant moments after conception–well, maybe not moments but within days I was feeling a little morning nausea on my runs. That I might be pregnant crossed my mind but I tried to not obsess over it and dismiss the nausea as a little bug…
When my menstruation date came and went I took a pregnancy test that read negative. I waited a few more days and Auntie Flow still had no arrived so I took another test. It was positive–as were the next 3. Over the next few weeks I felt my body changing from the inside out. Of course there was the nausea and the extreme exhaustion…and then my bra started to feel a little snug, the thought of eating spinach salad (a staple in our house) made me gag, then my pants started feeling uncomfortable, and I was craving childhood foods like my mom’s Mexican Pie and Nachos (neither or which are vegan).
My writing has been less than average this summer but if you can read to the end (no skipping ahead) you will discover (one of) the excuses I have for not writing consistently. But first–let me tell you what I did last weekend!