pregnancy hunger games

I want a pickle so bad right now. I want a pickle so bad that I just google image searched "pickle".

Okay, let's blog!

The second a person can openly ask me how much weight I've gained in the last week, it's open season to throw out details about the rest of what happened this week.

I feel I'm really beginning to lose my filter on what is and isn't appropriate. In my mind, I am no longer responsible for my bodily functions - I'll freely voice my frustration with constantly peeing, vomiting and mental instability to poor innocent bystanders like DTB's bandmates, who politely laugh and slowly withdraw into shadowy corners of the house to hide. 

Since I've been pregnant it's been a CONSTANT BATTLE between hunger and vomit. I actually started choosing foods based on the reverse of "what goes up, must come down". What ever went down was sure as hell going to come back up.

That being said, my first trimester is on its way out and along with it, my morning sickness, YAY!

"What do you mean you just 'accidentally wrote a blog on pickles'"
- Dad To Be

I've put on my first 3 pounds in the past week, and all I can think about is food. The second I stop eating I start getting hungry again. My regular bird size portions are starting to resemble normal people portions, I'm making puppy eyes at DTB for things like juice or salad, and I'm getting really crazy about ANYTHING that comes between me and food. Really crazy. 

I almost killed DTB last night over forgotten mozzarella sticks at 4am and the last time I was that angry it had to do with Whattaburger and McDonalds. I don't even like fast food!

I'm trying to keep this blog real and honest and right now I want a pickle so bad, I can't even finish this entry because I can't remember where I was going with it...