One Dairy Cow, To Go Please

For the first 18 weeks I was pregnant, I ate virtually nothing that wasn't in the form of a grilled cheese sandwich or a fruit smoothie.

And I am not exaggerating. If it had cheese on it, or could be consumed with a straw, I could probably get it to go down and stay down, but otherwise all bets were off. As the pregnancy progressed, I realized my lactose intolerance had disappeared (unfortunately, it came back 6 weeks post partum), and I consumed dairy products like crazy - usually mixed with some vegetable fiber and sucked through a straw (for good measure).

As a result, I endured a lot of teasing about Woodstock entering this world with a taste for cheese and fruit only.

If I had only known...

Woodstock is (or was, until recently) actually a very good eater - and the more complex the flavor of the dish (ie enchiladas, curries, etc.), the more she seems to enjoy it. However, if anyone was to interview her at this point on her favorite foods, she would reply:

-Cheese - particularly medium or cheddar, but she (like her parents) isn't terribly picky when it comes to cheese kinds - as long as it looks like cheese. String cheese also works. Pasta is fine - if it has cheese on it. As is chili.

-Yogurt - in any shape, form, flavor or type

-Eggs - especially with cheese

-Peaches, apricots, nectarines and WHOLE apples (yes, whole - even with a grand total of 6 2/3 teeth in front).

Honestly, the egg thing does NOT come from me. Although, given the fact that Himself and Woodstock love eggs more than any other breakfast food, I've eaten more eggs in the past six months than I have in the remaining 29.5 years put together.

Still, Woodstock's obsession with dairy borders on, well, obsession. Each time we open the refrigerator, she will dance over, arms outstretched and chant, "yo yo yo" (yogurt) or "cheeeeeesseeee." A casual passer-by would wonder if she had been fed in the last month. I assure you, it's all a ruse.

And milk? She'd happily slurp her calories through anything containing a sillicone spout/straw, if we'd let her. Funny, that sounds a bit familiar.

Himself says it's all my fault. Next pregnancy I'll be sure to eat only veggies.

Still, I wonder if our backyard is zoned for cows?