Let’s suppose—hypothetically, of course—that you are hugely pregnant and are craving, oh, Doritos. Let’s suppose that you ask your husband to make a late night run to the convenience store to buy you, say, some Doritos. Loving husband that he is, let’s suppose that he has his coat on faster than you can say “Cool Ranch” and is back before you know it, bearing not the 99-cent “single” serving but rather, a full-size bag of crispy, spicy, yummy chips.
Let’s suppose that you consume the entire bag over the course of two days. You don’t mean to do this. It just happens.
Guess what? You will not be craving Doritos any more.
Problem solved!
Hypothetically speaking.
Yours in time of fast and feast,
I’m ROFLMBO because after the birthday party, I consumed, probably, a half a bag of nacho cheese Doritos and am not feeling at all well, but the baby is happy. So there you go!
I do that. Except with chocolate. Dark, comforting, calls-me-by-name chocolate.
Cool ranch doritos… reminds me of labor with my first. Husband ate them. Husband was told to BRUSH HIS TEETH! But, of course, you didn’t eat them.
Doritos were a pregnancy staple. Every morning for breakfast with a soda. The baby demanded this.
I can’t eat them now.
I’m Diane, and I am a chip junkie.
Kettle-cooked potato are my chip of choice, but Doritos will do almost as well. I get the shakes when I make myself walk past the chip aisle.
I don’t have a baby to blame it on.
I wish I could say that at least I don’t have a sweet tooth, but I hate to lie without a really good reason.
You are not alone.