I have always loved strawberries.

I have never eaten strawberries in the volume that I have since being pregnant.

At first the strawberries had started as a visceral pregnancy craving. It had been a challenge to find organic strawberries. Andy had done a great job to try and trek through snow storms to find them for me.

Then we discovered the new Target in our neighborhood. With the never-ending Strawberry bounty for nearly 40% less than what we pay for at Whole Foods.

That’s when the addition began.

Now I have no problem eating and entire pint of Strawberries for breakfast. Because of the newly found bounty, on some days I have upped the consumption to almost two pints.

I’m not sure, but there is a part of me that worries about the consequence on eating too many Strawberries. Will Ella come out resembling a strawberry? Will she have a strawberry addiction? Will that mean we will have to buy 4 pints of strawberries for our home?

I don’t seen an end to my strawberry habit. Will it become an inherited trait?