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My inner carnivore is on the rampage.
Know what's frustrating, even at 13 weeks? Food cravings.
We have a metric TON of cookies in our house - Belgian chocolate-covered ones, Philipino shortbread cookies, coconut macaroons, you name it - courtesy of my brother's girlfriend. But am I craving sweets? Noooo.
Literally, all I want to eat is meat - turkey sandwiches, hamburgers, ruben sandwiches piled with corned beef and sauerkraut. :( I don't have any inclination to eat these cookies, and they're sitting in their tins collecting dust.
Oh, and root beer. All I want to drink lately is root beer. It's bizarre.
Maybe I should give the cookies away? I know my coworkers would eat them in the blink of an eye.
We have a metric TON of cookies in our house - Belgian chocolate-covered ones, Philipino shortbread cookies, coconut macaroons, you name it - courtesy of my brother's girlfriend. But am I craving sweets? Noooo.
Literally, all I want to eat is meat - turkey sandwiches, hamburgers, ruben sandwiches piled with corned beef and sauerkraut. :( I don't have any inclination to eat these cookies, and they're sitting in their tins collecting dust.
Oh, and root beer. All I want to drink lately is root beer. It's bizarre.
Maybe I should give the cookies away? I know my coworkers would eat them in the blink of an eye.