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The Quack and I have done some rearranging recently to prepare for our little one’s arrival, turning the guest room/my office/craft room into a guest room/nursery.
My (also pregnant) friend recently brought out some zatar for a snack, reminding me of the existence of this heavenly concoction.
I had to make my own, stat.
Just a blend of sumac, thyme, sesame seeds, and salt. Can be used in all sorts of cooking, or just put some in a small bowl, add a bunch of olive oil, grab some bread, and dig in.
Sumac has the loveliest tangy taste. It’s definitely been helping curb my cravings for acidic food without throwing me into the depths of refluxy despair.
I leveled up in my crunchy-mama status at my glucose tolerance test this morning.
I convince my midwife to let me drink 8 ounces of apple juice and eat half a banana instead of drinking the orange stuff. Actually, it was even worse/better than pictured, because I had to measure out 8 ounces of the juice, and all I had to do that was a mason jar. So I sat in the middle of a lab drinking out of a jar.
The ladies at the lab had the funniest reactions–I was expecting some pushback or at least skepticism, but instead I got, “Wow, that’s odd! Well, it’s a lot better than drinking that nasty drink!”
“So it’s because you go to a midwife?” [Well, actually it’s mostly because I’m contrary. My midwife merely enabled me after being pestered.] “Hmm, yeah, I think they think outside the box a little more.”
“Are you feeling sick, sweetheart? Yeah, it’s a lot of sugar. But at least you didn’t have to do the drink! That’d be even worse!”
Anyway, when it was all done, I realized that I’d forgotten a snack. I wasn’t going to last much longer without eating some protein, and there was a McDonald’s next door… so I got myself some McNuggets.
Consistency in my principles is what I’m all about.
(Now I just hope I passed!)
I’ve just made it to the third trimester. I’m feeling overwhelmed by belly, and by the knowledge that I’ve got (God willing!) three more months to get bigger.
But also…our baby is coming!! For real!