Cravings 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

I can count on 1 hand all of the things I’ve eaten since Saturday.

I can’t eat anything. Everything makes me nauseous. I’m living off sips of ginger ale and air basically.

Well this morning, at 7:30 am I got THE STRONGEST CRAVING for a shrimp quesadilla and a peanut butter milkshake. 🤢🤮 what even is that combo? The only thing I craved with my first was cheese sticks and cheeseburgers and that was well into the second and third trimester.

Mil was like “I can bring you taco’s and a milkshake.” And I’m like “I will throw up if I even look at a taco and I can only drink the milkshake if it’s with or after a shrimp quesadilla.”

Like... of all things that I’m able to eat? Not like toast or crackers or boiled chicken?

A shrimp quesadilla and peanut butter milkshake. What. The. Fuck.

Well, finally at 8 pm hubby comes home with a shrimp quesadilla. 😍😍 no milkshake but I don’t think it would have fit in my stomach. I ate half and I’m stuffed.

Didn’t tell MIL because we’re going to Mexican tomorrow night and I’m going to eat it again. 🤫😂🤷🏻‍♀️