It’s confession time again, boys and girls!
And the big shocker for the week is: I have eaten sushi with both pregnancies.
When you think about it, pregnant women in Japan must eat sushi every day, no? And after having done my own research on the subject, I do not see how having some raw fish once in a while, from a good, reputable restaurant, can be so detrimental.
As is the mantra for most pregnancy-related issues, I believe that moderation is key.
With this in mind, I have cut down on my sushi intake considerably with both pregnancies. And while I may not have a very adventurous palate, I do enjoy raw tuna, salmon, yellowtail, and uni tremendously.
And whenever I crave sushi more than I know I should, I just think back to this incident from four years ago…
One Saturday, while lounging around the apartment, J and I spotted something white — something that normally isn’t present — in his fishtank. I decided to take a closer look, and discovered that it was a fish skeleton.
Which led us to the only possible conclusion: one of his goldfish had died, and the other one had eaten it. The fish itself was about 5 inches long, so it was a fairly large skeleton. A fairly large, DETAILED skeleton.
I could barely glance at it; it was that disturbing. Of course, J had to add to that by saying, “He even ate the eyes!”
Then, with perfect timing, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery man, who had arrived with our dinner. And what had we ordered? Sushi.
Oh, the irony.
I usually love sushi and I tried to eat. But after just a few pieces I almost threw up.