Maternal comforts

For the past several days, my mother has been visiting. How is this noteworthy for a blog about getting out of my comfort zone? It really isn't. Being pregnant, I'm more intimately familiar than ever with this concept of "mother" sort of defining our area of comfort. With my mom visiting, I have a walking partner and things I think are verbalized instants before I can express them because my mother has the exact same thought - but she's still quicker than me so she says it first. My mother is famous for being an amazing cook, and growing up, there was no shortage of amazing food on our table. One of my favorites was Chicken Kiev, and last night, I got to rest my exhausted pregnant feet while she fixed it for Manny and me. I make this every now and then myself and its fine - so what is it about her touch that makes it taste perfect? Momma love, no other ingredient can substitute. I can't wait to start providing some of these comforts to my own little one.

So how did this very comforting visit qualify for a blog post? Well, she took us to a seafood restaurant for lunch today. I do not eat fish. I know that there's this myth out there that pregnant women aren't supposed to eat fish, and that's not why. I just don't eat fish. And it turns out that while there are some fish products I'm not supposed to eat right now, there are others that help my baby's mental development [if you're interested, you can read more here]. So I need to be brave and branch out, my baby's mental development will benefit, and we're moving to Maine in a few months - so I think I need to get a bit more seafood-competent. Therefore, I bit the bullet today, and despite the very appealing burger on the menu, I ordered a Halibut sandwich. Part of me was still longing for some tasty beef, but the sandwich was quite delicious and I would be totally happy to do it again. Culinary comfort zone successfully expanded! Thanks mom for always expanding my dietary repertoire.