Deprivations, Additions, and Things That Make No Sense

I promised I’d chronicle my pregnancy journey for the world to see. As they say, the second one seems to avoid the limelight in a way that would appall the Duggar family. While I do hope to at least attempt a baby book, it’s not looking quite so good for the 50 page pregnancy journal I kept last time for Hayden. I’m a busy gal, ya know.

So, in my quest to have as “green” a pregnancy as possible, some things have changed. I’ve really upped my green smoothie intake. I’ve been reading a lot about raw eating and pregnancy. I’m also avoiding foods I shouldn’t eat. My latest obsession is the Caesar salad I’m not supposed to indulge in. Did I ever mention I always want what I can’t have? Suddenly, food dye seems appealing. I yearned for a Paradise Snow today. Luckily for baby-to-be, it was closed for the season.

Also, I’m terrified of natural cleaning products. I get even more hysterical when toxic products are thrown into the mix. I've considered forcing my cleaning lady to use only baking soda, vinegar, and elbow grease. I’m that paranoid. I can’t help it, those “natural” cleaners smell good for some reason…and I don’t see any essential oils on the ingredient list.

So, my husband cleaned out our vehicle the other day with Murphy’s Oil Soap. And Murphy's Oil Soap contains mercury. I saw the bottle on the kitchen island and went into a psychotic rage. I raced outside and confronted him. No need…the smell was overwhelming. I tossed the bottle (where did it come from, anyway?), threw a little fit, and had to drive the clown car for a week and a half. It took that long for the smell to dissipate from our normal-sized vehicle (even after being scrubbed from a natural cleaner by my pissed off husband). Sigh. My work is never done…