I am a vegetarian. I've been a vegetarian for a little over two years. Most people know this and most people ask why. The condensed version... well, I suppose it isn't really condensed because it's a short story anyway... is that I read "Skinny Bitch," wanted to throw up when I read about how animals are treated in slaughter houses and on farms, and that was that. There was one particularly disturbing paragraph about a pig that I can't even talk about without tearing up and feeling the bile collect in my throat. Just so you understand- I had pulled frozen chicken out of the freezer for dinner on the night I finished the book. Dave came home and I announced, rather dejectedly, "You're going to have cook that- I don't eat meat anymore."
But here is where I will reveal my secret hope, my strongest desire, even. When the time comes, if the time comes, when I get knocked up, I pray to God that I will crave meat. Because I will NOT deny my unborn child anything, especially if it comes from Chick-fil-A.
Day 3. Conquered.