My pregnancies were – in hindsight – pretty regular.  I craved potatoes with my oldest daughter and the cliche’d pickles with my second kiddo.  Fourteen years later, I no longer care for dill pickles at all but my daughter could eat a full jar in one sitting.  Weird, isn’t it?

My friend Lesley is finding pasta pretty tasty right now.

I discovered my new issues after visiting my favorite Indian restaurant, Woodlands last week for what will probably be the last time for several months. Onions and tomatoes–not the best friends of a third trimester pregnant woman. Dinner was delicious, though. And by Thursday evening? I’d taken off my shoes and noted my socks looked funny. But then I took off my socks to reveal ankles that looked as if they had tumors. They’d swollen around the opening of my shoe. Fantastic.

Lesley found that fresh pasta is just what the baby ordered.  After making some fettucine with olive oil, a touch of truffle oil, and shaved parmigiano, both she and the baby were both able to sleep that night.  Now you know!!

Photo by Community Steps and Flickr Creative Commons.