So last night I managed to cook chicken without vomiting (big win compared to last week!). Then at 10 pm, I was watching YOU on Netflix with my husband and I looked over at him and said man I really want some pepperoni pizza with extra sauce right now. 😂😂😂 He laughed so hard. The craving came out of no where, and now a full 12 hours later the thought of pizza makes me feel sick. Wtf?! This is such a weird pregnancy 🤰🏼

Anyone else with weird stories surrounding food preferences? Lol. I hope I’m not alone!