Of Hunger and Appetizing

I have learned that being hungry and appetizing are two different things. At this stage of my pregnancy (and who knows? maybe every stage will be this way...) I am CONSTANTLY hungry. However, the thought of most food still makes me want to explode into extreme nauseousness :( This makes it rather difficult to keep my tummy quiet.

On occasion, a food will come to mind that I can fathom eating - this is what I call appetizing. At first it was potatoes and strawberries. Then pizza. Then the thought of any of those things would almost bring tears to my eyes. And I would feel a very strong urge to throw up - amazingly, I have not thrown up ONCE since being pregnant.

The other day Nick rather strongly encouraged me to get out and walk. It was a gorgeous day and I needed to get out of this apartment. I gathered my courage and walked to McDonald's, just down the way. I felt renewed, refreshed, and energized! I gathered my change and bought a parfait and some cinnamon things that are sort of like monkey bread that my mom used to make. I sat down and absolutely adored the food as I laid it to rest in my tummy. I was sure that baby was very thrilled to have such a healthy brunch and felt quite happy. I then felt like taking a nap at McDonald's. Walking AND eating can do a pregnant woman in for sure!! I talked myself out of the nap and walked home. Well... before I got home, as I was walking past the elementary school I suddenly felt all my food coming up :( BOO!!!! The little children were out playing for recess and I could actually hear my stomach open up ready to hurl. FORTUNATELY, it settled just as quickly as it started. YUCKO!!! I started crying and just made it home before crashing on the couch. I doubt I'll try that again for a long time. ;o

In other news... my mum and sister are coming in ONE week to help me move!! I'm soooo excited. Nick is excited too because at last, someone can take care of the piles of laundry, lack of food in the house (I have not been in a grocery store in over two weeks!!), and maybe by then I'll have some more strength. I'll at least be happier. I feel like a prisoner in my own apartment...

For now, I think we're going to make a trip out of the house. It's Sunday afternoon and we're both a little stir-crazy.

In the words of Carrie Fisher, "Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be."