Eat Drink and Be Merry

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I'm clocking in at 15 weeks now. Besides the daily food baby that is created from the combination of breakfast/2nd breakfast/lunch/2nd lunch/dinner/2nd dinner, you'd have no idea I am pregnant.

Just a bloated lady with some interesting digestive problems.

Sometimes I try and stick my stomach out a little more, and then realize I probably look like I have a beer belly or the body of Jim Carrey in "The Grinch."
Fortunately, I am enjoying eating/cooking/grocery stores again. (Especially anything Mexican or with the words: bacon-cheese-and-burger).

But there is still a food foe in my life.

My homemade Lasagna.
Dun dun dunnnnnnnn.

I made two huge batches of lasagna the week before I found out I was pregnant. I was happy as a clam, while scarfing down the Prego drenched noodles, and freezing the extras.

Then, I myself, became a prego.
Week 6, morning (aka dawn-morning-afternoon-evening-dusk-twilight) sickness said hello.

I never want to see lasagna again.

Frozen lasagna giveaway perhaps?

xoxo

{Bon Bon}