Food, again.

Everyone has their crosses. No one’s cross belittles anyone else’s cross. They’re all hard in their own way. 

Our cross is food. We find out we’re expecting, 9 months of diabetes. Then when the baby is born, 18 months of intolerances. Diet. Diet. Diet. 

I made zucchini bread that was good for one day. Then it got weird. My mom thinks it was old baking soda/powder. Meanwhile, Logan says it’s the best quick bread I’ve ever made...but that was the day I made it. 

Banana bread muffins. I don’t make loaves anymore. Muffins are so much faster to bake and they’re never goopy inside. I wanted to test Elias on tolerating bananas...it’s still a no-go. 

Levi has a few intolerances...dairy, soy, beef, peanuts, corn. So not bad! Whole Foods makes some awesome vegan pizza and cake, so I can get a treat once in a while. This particular day I saved half of my cake and boy was I glad. I needed a treat the next day too. Plus, my friend was so thoughtful and brought me a BIG coffee. 

I’ve been pumping almost since day one, but couldn’t give up dairy right away, so that meant 30 ounces of milk had to be dumped. I looked into donating it but my milk didn’t meet the criteria. Dumping is so hard. 

I finally found a decent beer to like. Woot. One more little treat to throw in the mix once in a while. It’s all about finding a balance of not feeling completely deprived of everything good.