I’ve finally arrived at that oh-so-heavenly stage of pregnancy in which the morning sickness has pretty much disappeared and ravenous hunger has made itself abundantly known.
I took the girls to Sonic today, and I say "girls" but I mean only "me". We hardly ever stop for fast food–I’d like to say that’s strictly because I can’t stand the grease, but truthfully, it’s because I’m usually flat broke by the time I’m done shopping or running errands or doing whatever the hell I’m doing. But today, I had just taken a moody pre-teen and a rambunctious 3-year-old shopping for hours and hours, and I was going to eat a burger, damnit.
I was good, though, and only ordered burgers and chicken strips for everyone. I figured we’d drink water once we got to the house and eat left-over potatoes and asparagus to compensate for the fries we were missing out on. When the waitress brought out our food, though, we had an extra burger and an extra fry. I originally thought my total was a little high–but I didn’t argue. I paid and I drove off with all of it, and then I ate all of it and I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.
I ate 2 hotpockets in a row yesterday and I felt pretty good about that, too.
I have a feeling I’ll have no trouble keeping weight on from here on out…and I’m talking months after I have the baby, too.
I love being pregnant.