Pie

I haven't done so great with my Thankful posts this week, I'll probably hop on that bandwagon again soon though. Today is less of a thankful post, but just a funny quirk I want to remember about my pregnancy.

I crave pie. Every day.

In the last couple of weeks, I have participated in eating four different pies. (Ben and an assortment of family and friends helped to eat these pies too, I didn't devour the whole thing myself. Although I probably could have.)

Two pumpkin, one lemon cream, and one cherry

The cherry pie was the best. My mom made it. She makes the best pies. EVER.

This love of pie is nothing new to me (unlike my new found love of steak). We served pie at our wedding reception. I usually have pie, instead of cake, on my birthday. Wanting pie every day is something new.

Ben loves pregnancy cravings. (That was not sarcastic) He says I finally feel like he does every single day. He's loving that fact that I've been making pie on a weekly basis. I'm glad he's gleaning some pleasure from all this.

I think having a January baby was a good idea. I'm spending my third trimester celebrating my favorite holidays with my favorite people. And eating lots of pie.