Now, every woman I've known to be pregnant used this phrase to excuse their appetite. I will do it too. I am not too proud.
I have actually been pretty good with the eating thing. I have stopped eating first thing in the morning because that is what I am "supposed" to do. I am tired of all the damn pregnancy "experts" telling me what and when my baby needs to eat. I am not a small girl. I am pretty sure my baby could make it the rest of these months on the calories in my body fluids alone. I won't try to find out, I am just saying.
My point is, I am eating only when I am hungry because that is what my body is saying to me. "Let's not try to gain 40 pounds, let's just eat when the mood strikes." Watching several specials on the jumbo people who have to have a wall cut down to get out of their house may have something to do with this. Either way, I am doing fine, thanks. No need to say I am starving any fetuses.
I have found, when I wait to eat, I am also postponing the inevitable effect of my first meal of the day.
What does it do, you ask?
Why, it makes me hungry for the rest of my waking hours.
The other day, Mr. W was working at our city festival, known by most as the "Spring Fling" and lovingly referred to by Mr. W as the "Dirt Festival". The reasoning behind this has to do with the tendency of the first festival of the season to draw out the white trash in town for a big day of family fun.
It also draws out the pregnant women.
As I waddled around from the pretzel stand to the funnel cake truck, I noticed that there was an abundance of pregnant ladies, each gleefully snacking away on some fried sugary or salty treat coming from a greasy concession stand on wheels. Yes, the carnies all show up here and bring their "A game".
I managed to leave the house after not a bite to eat all morning and on a mission. Ironically, when I stopped to get cash at the bank, I could not help but to stop in Starbucks and get a Chai tea, along with some cookies so I could sustain the 5 minute car ride to the event.
It worked out OK, since it primed me for the pretzel truck, the fresh spiral chips, and the funnel cake I would be eating in the next few hours. I managed to leave with a sleeve of sugar waffles and a soft pretzel stashed for later in the evening. What did I eat Sunday? Lots of junk food. The baby likes it.
I managed through Monday without any outrageous meals, however, this morning, I did not quite make it until noon and decided to run off to Dunkin Donuts for an egg and cheese sandwich. When I got there, I decided to grab a box of Munchkins for tomorrow, and though I asked for a 25 box, the high pressure sales from the guy at the drive through was far too powerful to resist. "Only another dollar fifty for 25 more." Ummm, OK.
The baby likes donuts, too.
As I sit popping them into my mouth like peanuts, I am glad that there will be some left for tomorrow.
I also am feeling kind of sick and like I really need to eat a plate of vegetables.
I have actually been pretty good with the eating thing. I have stopped eating first thing in the morning because that is what I am "supposed" to do. I am tired of all the damn pregnancy "experts" telling me what and when my baby needs to eat. I am not a small girl. I am pretty sure my baby could make it the rest of these months on the calories in my body fluids alone. I won't try to find out, I am just saying.
My point is, I am eating only when I am hungry because that is what my body is saying to me. "Let's not try to gain 40 pounds, let's just eat when the mood strikes." Watching several specials on the jumbo people who have to have a wall cut down to get out of their house may have something to do with this. Either way, I am doing fine, thanks. No need to say I am starving any fetuses.
I have found, when I wait to eat, I am also postponing the inevitable effect of my first meal of the day.
What does it do, you ask?
Why, it makes me hungry for the rest of my waking hours.
The other day, Mr. W was working at our city festival, known by most as the "Spring Fling" and lovingly referred to by Mr. W as the "Dirt Festival". The reasoning behind this has to do with the tendency of the first festival of the season to draw out the white trash in town for a big day of family fun.
It also draws out the pregnant women.
As I waddled around from the pretzel stand to the funnel cake truck, I noticed that there was an abundance of pregnant ladies, each gleefully snacking away on some fried sugary or salty treat coming from a greasy concession stand on wheels. Yes, the carnies all show up here and bring their "A game".
I managed to leave the house after not a bite to eat all morning and on a mission. Ironically, when I stopped to get cash at the bank, I could not help but to stop in Starbucks and get a Chai tea, along with some cookies so I could sustain the 5 minute car ride to the event.
It worked out OK, since it primed me for the pretzel truck, the fresh spiral chips, and the funnel cake I would be eating in the next few hours. I managed to leave with a sleeve of sugar waffles and a soft pretzel stashed for later in the evening. What did I eat Sunday? Lots of junk food. The baby likes it.
I managed through Monday without any outrageous meals, however, this morning, I did not quite make it until noon and decided to run off to Dunkin Donuts for an egg and cheese sandwich. When I got there, I decided to grab a box of Munchkins for tomorrow, and though I asked for a 25 box, the high pressure sales from the guy at the drive through was far too powerful to resist. "Only another dollar fifty for 25 more." Ummm, OK.
The baby likes donuts, too.
As I sit popping them into my mouth like peanuts, I am glad that there will be some left for tomorrow.
I also am feeling kind of sick and like I really need to eat a plate of vegetables.
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