You know how I feel about margaritas. OBSESSED.
But in a strange twist of events, I didn’t miss margaritas while I was pregnant. Like, at all. When it came to alcohol, all I wanted was a cold beer. And this craving lasted for pretty much the whole pregnancy, to the point where it actually sorta bothered me. I enjoy a good microbrew from time to time, but I never would have chosen beer over margaritas pre-pregnancy. Leave it to me to develop a serious love for beer after leaving Portland. Sigh. I wondered if I’d ever be “normal” again. Continue reading