Shopping hungry. I used to do this on occasion post-call when I was working ridiculous hours. Often I came home with chips, velveeta and rotel for cheese dip, frozen pizza, and multiple chocolate containing foods.
Now that I’m preggers, shopping hungry has new meaning. Today, shopping with Genghis involved buying meat. Apparently the little guy is not a vegetarian, but is craving chicken (a few pounds), shrimp (a few pounds), and hot Italian sausages. No chocolate or pizza purchases at all. Of course, I also bought a lot of fruits and vegetables, but typically Travis and I aren’t huge carnivores. OK, off to cook.