Chocolate milk, Vegetables, Doritos, Kool-Aid, and a French Fry .

Question of the day...

What do all of these seemingly unrelated things have in common?








Oh no, dear friends, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. The + sign in the window on the left and the - in the window on the right , as far as I can tell, = only one thing. There is a hint of a tiny tater root growing in my tummy!

Now, let me quickly tell you what the above list of items have in common. Chocolate milk has been a staple in my first trimester diets for both of my previous pregnancies. This one is obviously no different. If I thought I could live on chocolate milk, it is all that would go in to my mouth. Vegetables also have been a common denominator for Tater and Tot while they were growing in my belly. Again, this is no different.
This is, however, where the food similarities thus far end. I haven't had a bag of Doritos in years. Until one night when, on an impulse and before a positive test, I picked up a bag to go along with my chicken salad and my quart (quart!) of chocolate milk. Then there is the Kool-Aid. I have always liked it. Never have had anything against it. It is not, however, my general choice when it comes to quenching my thirst. I like sweet tea, and can usually drink Coke by the gallon jug. But for the past few days, Kool-Aid is all I can think about. And it has almost been all that I can drink. I'm having a tall glass of black cherry as I sit here typing.

And then there is the French Fry. I guess that will have to be the name of the new addition to my tater patch. Although I don't believe that it is possible to grow tater tots or french fries, you know what I mean.
I feel a little "previous" (just for you daddy, cw, and td) in sharing this news with anyone before I have actually been to the doctor, I just can't hold it in any longer. My nearby, actually met in person, know their hair color and what kind of car they drive - friends whose faces I could pick out in a lineup (unlike most of my "blogdom" friends) - already know and may be wondering if I was only playing tricks on them since I haven't written anything about it here. Besides, Kelly doesn't have to be quite so ambiguous now! :)
If after two positive pregnancy tests, a missed period, dry heaves, extreme exhaustion, chocolate milk, and a plate of vegetables, I go to the doctor on Tuesday and they tell me it is my imagination, I figure every one will understand. If not, let me know, and I can keep sending you private e-mails sharing all of the imaginary details of my psychosomatic pregnancy. Either way.