Metal Meredith

I know I must be starting into the home stretch of this pregnancy because I am officially craving ice. In fact, I just spent a good 3 minutes with the freezer door ajar, eating the ice chips from the bottom of the ice cube holder.

If you remember back a few weeks when Phil won the Husband of the Year Award for taking meat tenderizer to ice cubes and making some crushed ice for me when I was sick. Later, he came clean and confessed that he just liked hitting things with that metal hammer.

I am crazy for crunching on ice. I even get excited when I realize that the ice in my glass has crossed over from the “crunch this and break a tooth” consistency to that sweet “crumble in your mouth” feel. See? I am nutso.