Cravings are real

The last couple of weeks were fantastic. I kicked January off with a blast of exquisite energy. I cleared out old boxes of baby stuff (while baffling over what I decided to keep - everything 6mo & under has been barfed on), ripped the screen door off the house (that was a little overdue and unnecessarily violent), organize, did mountains of laundry and made dinner every night for my boys. Then Monday landed like a ton of bricks. I figured, it was just that I overextended myself over the weekend. Tuesday, no better. Possibly, I had even less energy. Tuesday night - I got sick. Wednesday, I assumed I was still recovering. Now, here I am on Thursday, besieged by a familiar wooziness and I'm starting to worry that the persistent morning sickness has returned. I've tried being more active to kick start my energy - that didn't work. I've succumbed to the couch and spent most of the time worrying about things that I was supposed to be doing. I don't know how I'm going to be able to manage this for the rest of my run. We have a lot of baby growing left to do.

The other thing is that I go from completely disgusted by the thought of food to ravenous with little warning. I'm trying to bank leftovers whenever I do cook, but that's not really working out all that well. And the only food that does consistently appeal to me? Key lime pie. Seriously. I've never had an active sweettooth. I've narrowed it down to mostly the lime juice flavor. I was able to get a few lime juice ice pops to nurse, but those are gone now.

This morning, I dragged myself over to my stand mixer and made a batch of No Churn ice cream. A pint of Cedar Summit cream, can of organic condensed milk and the juice of three limes, zest of one. Whip until the consistency of whipped cream and now it's freezing. I'll mix a little crumbled graham cracker with butter and sprinkle over the top some time later tonight once it's frozen. If I can make it the 30 feet from the couch to the freezer, that is.