I spend a lot of time these days running a well worn trail between my cubby and the kitchen. Seriously this morning, I have had half a bagel slathered HEAVILY in cream cheese, a pile of fruit, a nonfat vanilla bean yogurt (OMG like you needed to know that but I love this stuff!), a huge thing of Lemonade, a coffee (black) and a bowl full of well sweetened oatmeal. I am about to break out the banana and I am already looking to my lunch stash granted it is now 10 minutes till 12...
I am hungry 24/7. If I wake up at any point in the night it is likely because my stomach is grumbling SO loudly! If Matthew does not finish his meal I will eat it or stare longingly at his snacks - mmm peanut butter crackers, beware (complete with evil laughter emitting from my open slobbering mouth.)
I found Hershey Kisses in the cupboard last night as I was rummaging for something sweet. We have nothing in the house at the moment. The Kisses are from Christmas when I made those Kiss Peanut Butter cookies and I stopped counting after 6. I ate them while watching the Biggest Loser - Go girl power!
I also single handedly polished off the bag of Starburst Jelly beans someone kindly brought to the office after Easter. What no more sugary sweet holidays coming up!?!?? Are you kidding me? What the heck is Mother's Day? I better get some cinnamon rolls in bed that day!
I seriously wander the isles at Kroger and gaze longingly at the desserts, breads and boxes of cookies. I think my stomach has turned in vast waste land. I think about food more then any other thing in the world at the moment. I spend time wondering about what would be good with this or that and worrying about being away from home without access to food SO I carry some with me at all times.
I hope Kevin will suggest pizza and/or ice cream night, almost every night. I like cheese and eat blocks of it at a time which reminds me that I forgot that NY Sharp Cheddar at home. Same goes for ice cream, indigestion be damned. I think I dreamed about food twice already this week.
Seems my little girl went from a lean mean baby machine to Porky Pig over night which is a good thing! I would be lying if I told you I was miserable over it because semi-secretly... SHHH I am in LOVE with this part of pregnancy!!! I mean I could just positively gush about it now and after... Even six years post partum when I am still stepping on the scale sobbing 'WHAT DID YOU DO WOMAN!?' I will gush about this part. Never in my life I have I enjoyed the opportunity to eat and eat and eat and...
I am still a little scared to get on the scale next Wednesday morning for the dreaded weigh-in. And deep breath - I am off to eat my lunch. Hmm, maybe I will go get some M&Ms along the way!