Pregnant Baking: a good idea, in theory

As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I for some reason thought that I would add baking to my list of hobbies. Perhaps it would come with the desire to nest? I mean, why NOT bake your own crave-quenching sweet treats from scratch?

I'll tell you why not.  One word:  BATTER.

You may not meet a more sugar-craving freak than myself.  My sugar intake scares me sometimes. But on this one afternoon, I wanted brownies.  Not only that, Kevin was going to be late from work and I knew he'd appreciate coming home to some freshly made brownies (so see, it wasn't just for me!).

Well, my whole baking hobby thing sounded good in theory.  Then as I began to read down the list of ingredients, I remembered one of the key ingredients to most baked goods: eggs. raw eggs.

The only thing that saved me from this venture was the powdered box mix.  Yes, I am one of those weirdos that enjoys coughing on the sweet powder mix that gets stuck in your throat (that is, however, assuming that there are other weirdos out there that do this as well).

As I stirred the 3 simple ingredients into the powdered mix, my mouth began to water.  "Can I make it through this???" I asked myself. This proved to be more difficult than first anticipated.

 

Yes, that is a Mickey Mouse hand stirring our brownie dough.  After stirring and pouring the batter into the pan, perhaps one of the most difficult moments of my pregnancy to date:

Even my poor quality iPhone picture makes this look finger lickin' good.  I sure do want to lick Mickey's glove right about now. I even got some batter on my hands.  But, I succeeded. I pushed through the desires to devour every last morsel of brownie batter. I am incredibly proud of myself, not a single lick.

Will I ever do this again?? Not too sure.  Depends on how badly I want some fresh baked goods. But until then, we have some gooey brownies waiting for me in the kitchen.