no more pickled herring

I discovered there are certain things I can't eat without causing Lilly an upset (gassy and achy) stomach. For me they are:
* raw onion (especially when it's kind of fermented, as in pickled herring, or in that Santa Fe salad I had which Leighton makes, and it's really yummy when it's fresh, with beans and corn and red onion, but when it's been sitting in the fridge for some days it's not so good -- for Lilly, at least). I have been able to have raw onion in fresh salsas and salad. If the onion's fresh, it seems to be okay, on all of us.
* cabbage: this one's on the top of all lists of gas inducing products, but I didn't stop to think -- before I ate -- last weekend when we were invited over to my parents' place for "fårikål" (a traditional lamb and cabbage stew). We did not have such a great time at the baby swimming the following day, to say the least...
* She seems fine with spicy food and beans, thank goodness. We eat a lot of both.
After I stopped eating pickled herring for lunch (to my chagrin; eating my daily hard boiled eggs while I was pregnant, I was really looking forward to soft boiled eggs and I've so been enjoying them with that pickled herring. Oh well.) and picked out the cabbage from the leftover fårikål, Lilly's been quite happy.

And as we're talking about how my intake affects her; if I do enjoy the occasional glass of wine or beer, she does seem to sleep more the following day. Now this is something I could easily take advantage of, but I haven't and will not, promise! But it does make for some mellow weekends, for Leighton and I to get some reading, writing, and blogging done (as in now!).

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postscript: On Sunday, the day after I wrote the above, Lilly slept for a full three hours, from noon till three. And I had not had any wine or beer the evening before. Why does she never sleep like this on a weekday? Could she tell it's the weekend and people are relaxing? Is it the reassuring sound of two parents being home, putsing around? Or the weekly bath she receives on Sunday mornings? This is a great puzzle to me...