When I was pregnant with Stella I was a bit queasy, but it wasn't satisfied by any cravings. With Frances, the whole pregnancy was a walk in the park. Now that I'm emerging from my first post-chemo fog, I have a super-size craving for sour.
Despite not actually feeling like puking, I still wear an ever-present shroud of nausea, and the ginger-lemon tea is getting a bit old. So alas... I turn to the pickle. I just returned from my first foray to the shops and managed to pick up all things sour. Ketchup chips, coleslaw, grapefruit, and tangy, no-garlic baby dills. I cranked the bottle open when I got home and sweet mother of Jesus, that was one good pickle. The first good meal I've had since Thursday.