Last night I made a pan of what I refer to as "Mexican chicken". It's basically taco seasoned chicken breasts cooked in enchilada sauce with diced tomatoes and chiles. It sounded delicious when I planned on making it.
After puking twice while making it, I couldn't summon the urge to actually eat it. Mark had a great dinner. I had a piece of cheese.
I love being pregnant, but this form of "morning sickness" can go away anytime now.
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