I got on the smoothie bandwagon three years ago when I was pregnant with my first kid. I felt carsick from sun-up sun-down, every day for the first 4 months. Nothing sounded appealing. I remember sobbing over a bowl of cheerios one Sunday morning with my poor alarmed husband standing over me asking what was wrong. “I just don’t want to eat this, but I need to eat something,” I cried. It tasted like cardboard in my mouth and every bite required herculean effort. I couldn’t even look at a vegetable until about 22 weeks, and that’s when I developed…