Well, my embargo against morning sickness seems to be holding, but there's another digestive-type problem: food insatiability. Never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I am sick of eating. I am sick of food. This blasted blastocyst demands food 24/7. She does not care if I am working, or driving, or SLEEPING. It's Feed Me Feed Me Feed Me. Ever since this whole person-growing thing started I've had to get up in the middle of the night and have a bowl of cereal (high-fiber, high-protein, low-sugar, she smugly informs you ), but the past few nights..three times she's getting me up. I am sick of cereal. I tried to appease her Saturday night with a cup of warm almond milk. Nope. An hour later, more demands. And you would think that with this new food schedule I'd have gained a ton of weight. I have gained some, but not near the amount I would have gained had I eaten like this pre-pregnancy. So what's going on? Is it twins?
That'd be kinda cool.
Combine this with my half-dozen nocturnal trips to that thing that flushes, and you've got my reason for blog slowdown. I'm EXHAUSTED. As if I wasn't tired enough recovering from last week's cold.
Damn it! I've got to go eat again.
Is this normal?
That'd be kinda cool.
Combine this with my half-dozen nocturnal trips to that thing that flushes, and you've got my reason for blog slowdown. I'm EXHAUSTED. As if I wasn't tired enough recovering from last week's cold.
Damn it! I've got to go eat again.
Is this normal?
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