In the restaurant the other night, this is what transpired: Me: Iâ€™ll have a Tom Ka soup and an order of spring rolls. DH: Iâ€™ll have---(some weird unpronounced-able pork thing) Me: Heâ€™ll have (pointing to Bean) one spring roll, please. Waitress: So you want two springrolls? Me: No, an order of springrolls for me and one for him. DH: Wait, HOW MANY spring rolls do you want? Me: (Getting anxious) Um. Waitress: So you want three springrolls? Me: Yes
Waitress leaves. DH: You know youâ€™re going to be getting THREE ORDERS of springrolls right? Me: What? I said I wanted three springrolls. DH: No. You said you wanted three orders. She asked you how many orders you wanted. You said three. Me: I saidâ€¦ (suddenly feel hot tears at the back of my eyes. Cover my face with my hands.) DH: You are going to be getting SIX springrolls (laughing.) Me: (pathetic and teary eyed) Letâ€™s not talk about the spring rolls any more.
Waitress arrives with three plates of springrolls, six in total and gives me a weird look.
Hormones. What the ef? Seriously, they are rocking my world. Also, it should be noted that I suddenly didn't even LIKE the damn spring rolls.
What were/are your favorite foods while pregnant? And by "while pregnant" I mean early pregnant when your entire central nervous system is being drenched in HCG, thereby making almost all foods intolorable.