My poppyseed has officially leaped to the size of a blueberry! Despite how little it still is, food is still my all encompasing thought. Along with copious amounts of sleep, I simply cannot get enough...yawn... I'm enjoying my new pregnant body and all the changes that keep coming. I've realized that being hungry, even for a moment is not an option. When the "feeling" to eat hits, I have about 30min before food better be in my mouth or someone needs to sacrifice a limb. Because pregnancy hunger pains are horrible.
One of my many blessings has been an absence of illness. So far no urge to purge the contents of my stomach every hour. This little baby has made it perfectly clear that like his Mama, there isn't much it won't eat! Case in point, my office ordered Siam Thai (fantastic food!). I ordered the Peanut shrimp curry, level two (medium). Thier scale is as follows, mild, medium, american spicy and thai spicy. I order a two thinking, okay two, medium, should be about right. Well in Siam thai land, Medium must mean "for stupid white girl who thinks she can eat thai food". I was crying, my face was bright red and was sweating bullets it was so HOT!!! Many co-workers laughed at my expense and cautioned me to stop eating. But it tasted soooo good I couldn't. Despite my mouths inability to handle the heat, my stomach did just fine. My Cheif is certain that my child will be able to eat lava.
This experience did start me thinking however that I need to learn how to have a much different relationship with food. For as good as my curry was going down, I'm sure It can't duplicate the experience in reverse. Not sure if it's worth my taste buds satisfaction to test some foods ability to completly incapacitate me.
In addition mood swings have been fun, as I'm sure Kyle can tell you. He has had first hand experience in my many bouts of insanity. One minute i'm telling him how he's going to kill the baby with every clothing item and stray hair product he leaves out and open. Next i'm crying hystarically because the dishes weren't done. To date the best has to be my inability to seperate my dreams from reality. So far, i've not only named my kid the wrong thing, but no one told me for days! Then, I had another one and it really freaked me out, but thank to prego hormones, I can't remember it. Consider it my blogs first technical difficulty.
To close my second blog I would like to shed some light on the miracle of my boobs, who knew they could get that big!?! Or hurt that much. As much as Kyle is enjoying the new view, he's been very disappointed to learn thier a "look but don't touch" item. Upon testing this theory, he nearly lost a limb, which I would have promptly eaten.