Pesky aversions

So, I'm in my 13th week now and officially in my second trimester.  I thought all the crappy symptoms were supposed to go away by now, but I think they're getting worse.  Currently, I'm experienced boulder-sized acne.  SS from CAA if you're reading this, we could've used these bad boys for the boulders in Greenspace instead of the actual ones haha.  Okay, that's gross I know.  Anywho...

I've actually been quite lucky...I haven't been puking but I have had some pretty severe food aversions starting at about my 6th week.  They're still here and I'm so freakin' frustrated because I have a hard time finding something I want to eat!  AAAAAAAAA!!!  Poor Barry is frustrated, too.  Everything he wants to eat makes me want to vomit.

This should come with an attached straw.  Sorta like a Capri Sun does.

Unfortunately, a lot of things I want, I can't get here.  For example, anything from Taco Bell (making tacos at home just doesn't have the same feeling), Iced Tea (I've made my own here but its just not the same) and Jello Cook 'n Serve chocolate pudding (it has to be cook and serve because otherwise you don't get those delicious puddin' skins on top).

So much better than instant.

One thing I do have to indulge in is Italian salad dressing, American mustard, or anything with a tangy tomato sauce.  I can't get enough.  I fantasize about drinking the salad dressing straight from the bottle then refrain because Barry may think I've lost my mind.  Although, I could do it while he's at work I suppose and he'd never be the wiser...unless he reads my blog, which he does.  Oh well.

So glad I've found you here.

A current list of my aversions include (I was going to post photos here, but just the thought of even looking at a photo makes me gag): Anything with curry sauce or flavor, any type of potato, anything deep fried, chocolate candy bars, anything with black bean sauce.  This list actually changes daily which makes it super duper frustrating when trying to plan dinner.

Even though I'm complaining, its all in good fun.  After two miscarriages over the past two years, I'm grateful all is okay so far this time.

Now, let's pay tribute to Taco Bell.  Oh you delicious piece of heaven how I long to suckle at your specially seasoned teet.  Even if the rumors are true and you're not 100 % beef, I don't care.  I don't care if you're 100% rhino, I'd still love you.