I have really got to get my eating under control.
I went through a few weeks where I couldn’t eat anything and now I’m eating everything. Except vegetables because those make me gag (my OB says that is a normal thing). The only fruit I want and know I’m not allergic to (and doesn’t have a friggin listeria outbreak) is clementines, but of course they are out of stock everywhere. Damn fruit.
I could at least make slightly smarter choices, like cheese and crackers rather than ice cream or chips and french onion dip. I also need to find something that works for lunch. I brown bag it, so I’m leaning towards PB&J, but suggestions are most certainly welcome! I can’t have lunch meat and anything with tomato sauce is giving me wicked heartburn and makes me a little queasy. Bonus points for lots of cheese.
Anyways, I have a small margin here because I lost 4 pounds in 2 weeks from being queasy, but I’d kind of rather save the weight gain for when it is actually healthy and necessary. It’s also hard because I swear I’m gaining weight, but the scale doesn’t always agree. I am committed to not using pregnancy as an excuse to go back to my old ways, but this is hard! At this point I’m still down 3 pounds from when I found out I was pregnant, but I feel like I’m gaining a ton of weight. I’m not, I assume it’s the gigantic boobs that make me feel so large.
And I may have made husband go to Panera at 7:30 last night because I needed a chocolate chip cookie. I blame Kara.
In other news, we are off to Northern Ohio for the evening. My “uncle” (he’s a red headed French Canadian, for the record, and obviously not my real uncle, but he’s my dad’s “brother from another mother,” so I call him uncle) was supposedly having his 60th birthday party this weekend, but Mr. Big Pants called me last night to inform that he (my dad, not my uncle) had the date wrong and there was no party. He was, of course, giggling like a nut the entire conversation. I’m actually relieved because I’d much rather spend a quiet weekend with my dad and Uncle B. Apparently I’m turning in to an angry old lady who wants to know why you kids are playing that music so dang loud!
In other news, Uncle B and his wife are tremendously good cooks. We never go out to dinner when we are there because they make better food than any restaurant.
What are your weekend plans? Does anyone else have fake family? I also have a “brother” who spends most major holidays at my Dad’s. Both my “brother” and “uncle” were my dad’s PhD students, but I really do call them my brother and uncle without thinking about how confusing that is for people. I mean, they are family, but it’s different. Good different, but different.