When I was pregnant with Baby Ice, I swore he was a girl until the day I delivered him. Scan after scan confirmed that I was in fact carrying an XY, but the pregnancy was so different than the first time around, so much harder and more tiresome, I was convinced they had it wrong. I was 10x bigger than I was with Manster, I ached all over, had days where walking was painful and my food aversions lasted a full nine months. Or really 10 months, since Ice was 5 days late.
One of my biggest preggo no-gos were greens: no spinach, no lettuce, no collards, no chlorophyll. I just couldn’t stomach the stuff. Knowing I needed to eat something other than Annie’s Cheddar Bunnies and mounds of Brie, I concocted a salad that played to my newly persnickety palate; a salad sans greens, but brimming with plenty of colorful produce.