Oh y'all. I don't know what it is about this pregnancy, but I can't even think about chicken... frozen, raw, prepared, nothing. Last night I made Poppyseed Chicken and took one bite and almost gagged. I ended up having stirred up peanut butter while LC had a few servings of the chicken.
The craziest thing.... I just realized while looking at the Chick-fil-A cows.... I can totally put down some Chick-n-Minis in the morning. Maybe it's the semi-sweet bread or the fact that the chicken is fried.... All I know is that this house will not be eating chicken any time soon... and that I need some Chick-n-Minis stat!