Everything Is Food Food Food

Well, at eight weeks pregnant, this is pretty much my mantra. Do you remember the good old version of Popeye, with Robin Williams? Well, that version is my favourite. I love it. I've seen it quite a few times and I'd love to watch it again. However, that is besides the point. There is a character, Wimpy, who is all about food and he loves to eat and eat and eat. Oh to be him... and to have all kinds of delectable tastes ready at my desire. That, however, is not my reality.

I'm hungry all the time, but I'm not hungry. I want to eat, but I don't. I am thinking that this-particular-meal would be expecially tasty and terrific, but I need to eat it RIGHT NOW, otherwise I am going to be sick. I dream about meals that I want to create and devour, then I open my fridge to begin the process... quick, the couch! I need to get horizontal because the odour of the fridge just set me on another wave of nausea. Seriously, my dreams are ALL focussed on food. At this point, radio and television ads for food are fantastic for the producers becuase, you'd better believe that I want to eat what I am seeing. Like ice cream sandwiches..... yummmmm. And, did you know that today is Taco Tuesday? I'm thirsty but I can't drink plain cold water, because it makes me throw up, nor can I drink chocolate milk. The other day I finished off nearly an entire big bag of salt and vinegar chips while sitting in the car.

I'll just get it over with and say it right now... I'd like to start a new kind of baby pool. One where you get to post guesses about how much weight I'm going to gain!! The winner.... well, maybe you can get one of my lovely teacher pictures to commemorate my pre-preg weight. Hahaha