As I'm sitting here on my couch, wrapped snugly in my electric blanket, laptop on my lap, blondie brownie melting in my mouth I try to ignore the tv as "The Biggest Loser" plays on its face. I consider the irony of the situation but almost lose my grip on the buttery gooeyness of my brownie and avert my attention back to the snack I've painstakingly brought about through a determination of sheer will, a craving the size of Texas and a dinner that was too healthy for my ever-increasing pregnant self (a salad! ack!).
Pregnancy, in itself, is not so bad - so far. I've only thrown up the once and the nausea has subsided leaving me with cravings for tons of food that I quickly make or order and, once faced with the pile of food, find I either don't want it or can't eat but a little tiny bit of one corner of it.
In my pre-pregnancy days I could down a "Hot and Ready" pizza from Li'l Caeser's for dinner, follow it up with a half-dozen cookies and wash it down with at least two cherry cokes (and, gee? Why is my butt so poofy?) Now I'm lucky if I get half of any meal down before I'm crazy full. It's horrible. It's a tragedy. I mean, NOW is the time I'm supposed to be able to eat a whole cow if I want to but, horrors of horrors, I can't really stand the thought of eating meat. I'm like the opposite of Phoebe on "Friends" when she was pregnant and went from vegetarian to carnivore for nine months. I eat more veggies now than most rabbits.
Oh - and I have a new addiction: Paper Mario.
I played seven hours on Saturday while Harry replaced my garage door opener. Seemed like a fair trade at the time. And I did THREE whole loads of laundry. WHEW!
hee hee - They're playing "Wii" on Reaper and Sock just called the supposed daughter of Satan "Beazel-babe" - I LOVE THIS SHOW!