When my mom was pregnant with us she chewed ice all the time. It kind of carried on into when we were growing up as well. I chewed ice all through junior high and high school, I could never get enough (that was my mormon addiction). Although when Erik and I got married, he quickly put a stop to that bad habit. He always tells me that the first work that he is going to do as a dentist is not going to be fixing my teeth from my addicted days.
But now that I am pregnant I completely understand what my mom was talking about when she said that she just had to have her ice while she was pregnant and that nothing else could substitute. I don’t want it like I used to, I NEED it now. I am blessed to have one of the best ice machines at work, and I fill my 32 oz cup with ice at least 4 times a day. Erik tries to stop me now all the time by taking my ice away from me, but when I get that crazy look in my eyes and say slowly “GIVE.ME.MY.ICE”, he has learned to oblige.
The other night I was at my parent’s house while Erik was at school because I don’t like being home alone, it scares me. I bribed my mom into going to Sonic with me to get ice, and because she’s the best she came along for the ride. While I was there I decided to get one bag for my house and one bag for hers so they can have good ice too (and so that I can have good ice when I go over). Shockingly, I left my bag of ice in her freezer when I left that night.
So last night when I was at my parent’s house, again because Erik had school, I remembered my ice! I put it in the back seat of my car and drove home….and went straight inside. My precious ice stayed in the back seat of my car all night. I finally remembered at about 6 o clock this morning, right after my leg cramp went away. I quickly jumped up, threw whatever clothes I could find on (which ended up being Erik’s sweatpants and the dress I wore to work yesterday), and ran out to my car. I thought I was going to find the plastic bag sitting there in a huge puddle of water. I thought my car was going to stink horribly, and I was going to have to do some serious repairs for weeks to get it back to normal. Instead when I threw the back door open, I found my bag of ice still sitting there completely frozen. It had lasted through the whole night without melting.
Fall is here :)
1 comment:
Hi there! I had to comment because I have this addiction too! But I'm not pregnant. I litteraly eat ice from morning to night all day everyday. I completely understand. And I also dirve everyone around me nuts. I was told it was because I'm anemic. I don't know, but I do know I can't get enough of it. At least my hubby isn't a dentist and doesn't even try to stop me! Good luck!!
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