Just found a grocery trip from when I was not quite six weeks pregnant. I vaguely remember insisting I tag along — Darling Husband always does our grocery shopping, for good reason — and throwing lots of stuff into the cart.
Lots. Of. Stuff.
The receipt includes the following healthy items …
… as well as the following not-so-healthy impulse items …
I should never be allowed in a grocery store while gestating. Seriously, they should put a sign on the door. It’s for our own good.