Sometimes pregnancy hormones make you feel like you’re insane. When I was about nine-weeks pregnant, we were on a road trip, and finding something that I thought I could eat was a challenge. The one thing that actually sounded good was chicken pot pie, so when we saw a Cracker Barrel, I thought I was good to go. Reading the menu, I was beyond disappointed to see that chicken pot pie was only served on Wednesdays – and it was not Wednesday. I actually cried! The whole scene made me laugh at the same time. I was relieved when the lights went out due to a thunderstorm. I slipped off to the bathroom without being seen, so I could pull myself together!
Susannah, mother of 2
Motherhood and Martial Arts 
I cried once when I spilled my pop–and not because of the mess I’d have to clean up either.
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Ah, what we women have to put up with. Or, should I say, what men have to put up with!?
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You know how some movies end in cliff-hanger fashion? I guess you are to just “figure out” the ending…or project whatever ending makes you happy…or sad…or whatever. But this is NOT a movie…What did she eat?! Did she eat anything? Did she come back on Wednesday? Arg…how did it end?
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I’ll see if I can find an answer for you.
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Susannah wrote: “Oh, shoot! I did not have chicken pot pie! I think I had meat loaf and survived the experience! (that is so funny – didn’t mean to cause anyone anxiety!!)”
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