I have no idea when this baby is due. Some reports have come in at November 24th, others December 8th, none of them reliable sources so we'll just say that by the time Christmas roles around, I'll not be pregnant anymore. Or I'll be real real angry. We are planning to find out what type of baby is being created just now because I am weak, and if I'm going to sew baby things I want to know what color to make them. Plus it gives me something to look forward to in the bleak hopelessness that is pregnancy for me. I love babies, but good night, being knocked up makes me sad.
So now that I'm "out" (because frankly a beer gut simply can not be hidden with layers or anything!) let's talk about FOOD.
You might say, "Morgan go eat!"
And I will reply, "Duh."
Dude, I eat constantly. Seriously. It goes in and then I'm STARVING again, or still depending on how you look at it.
Take this morning for example.
Between the hours of 7:00-12:00pm I ate the following:
1 large bowl Life Cereal (Thanks MAREN for the cereal!)
1 yogurt cup (it had chunks, mango, I think.)
4 pieces of toast (SLATHERED in butter)
2 oranges (they were small!)
2 spicy chicken crisp sandwiches from Burger King (oh the shame!)
1 value sized Fry (but I shared with the boys)
1/2 a bag of Apple slices (they shared with ME!)
1 large diet coke (DON'T JUDGE ME!)
And now, here it is, 3pm and I am nauseated because I'm so hungry.
It's very difficult being me.
Didja know that?
So, once Oliver wakes up, I'm planning to go to the store and buy everything they have, in every variety they have in an attempt to help me not STARVE all the time.
Here's the real bummer: I eat to keep myself from vomiting, I gain weight like a sumo wrestler, and this baby is making fat.