No. Not nuts, actually. Effing gluten.
I've been generally avoiding gluten (again) other than a small bit here or there, but this weekend away I threw caution to the wind and Jason and I bought REAAAAL bread and I ATE IT and mmmmmmm.... bread.
And then... I had a bread baby.
Ewww, no, I don't mean it the way my brother means it (hint: he's talking about poop) I just mean that I got so very bloated (I've never been someone who bloats by the way) that I seriously looked several months pregnant. I actually wanted to do one of those Demi Moore nude pregnancy shots. Oh, plus it hurt.
So I figured I'd been given my pretty distinct message by my body that it really does not like gluten.
And I was sad.
Except... Jason and I went out for dinner last night and... well, I thought I'd just have a teeny tiny bit of bread and WHAM.
Not the most funnest drive home later for me and my poor tum tum.
I love bread, you guys. So so much.
OMG I love pasta.
Celiac or not, my body is not a fan. And that sucks.
But bread babies suck kind of more because ouch.