I have made it this far.Â And I’ve gained weight.Â I’ve let it happen (albeit, I haven’t been the most graceful abou tit), and now that we’re nearing the end of this little journey, I wonder..
.. why am I suddenly wanting to eat everything in sight?Â
What kind of cruelty is this?Â It’s not enough that I had to shelve my natural caloric-counting habits, and had to eat balanced meals (that included MILK, God.. I TOTALLY DRANK MILK FOR THIS KID), and for most of second trimester, I couldn’t exercise.Â Do you know the joy I felt when I visited the doctor at my last appointment and hadn’t gained anything?Â Do you KNOW?!Â
And I’m craving things that I don’t normally crave.Â Sweets, for one.Â God, I’m craving sweets.Â I don’t do sweets.Â Give me some bacon any day.Â But dear Lord.. I had a bag of Reese’s Pieces at the movie last night.Â And I am ashamed to admit this, but the caloric count on the bag was split into SIX SERVINGS A BAG.Â I’m going to be a whale!
I won’t even mention the giant canister of spanish peanuts and candy corn that my mother sent me.Â I have refrained from licking salt from the inside.. thus far.
I am still drinking water.Â I am still walking when it gets cool enough.Â I am still parking in the back parking lot (without complaint, even!).Â I am still carrying catering up to our events.
WHY HAS MY APPETITE CHANGED?!Â
Oh, and ANOTHER thing.. what’s up with this heartburn?Â I’ve eaten Hot Damn sauce and hot wings and thai-phoon shrimp and everything else I love up until a few weeks ago.. now ANYTHING makes me ill.Â WHY?!Â Why must you take away the foods I love, and replace them with CANDY?!Â
On another note, thanks for the healthy baby.Â He’s quite the fighter.Â Even now, he’s doing some karate routine in my ribcage.
Someone sent me this quote the other day, God.Â “A ship under sail and a big-bellied woman are the handsomest two things that can be seen common.” Benjamin Franklin said that.Â So be nice to him.Â For me.