But... when you have a little turkey in the oven [she's a turkey since she's a Thanksgiving baby--tehe] then your pre-preggers-self goes on a little hiatus. So at about 2:30, I finally gave in and poured myself a bowl of cheerios. I figure that isn't too bad, right? But, no, sadly, that's not enough. Still hungry. So I ate graham crackers and peanut butter. Yum. It satisfied my hunger and the little one, but then I was wide awake! So I watched So You Think You Can Dance on DVR for another hour before I told myself this is ridiculous and I need to go.to.bed.now.
So back to bed I went, pregnancy pillow and all (what a God send!), counted backwards from 100, and finally fell asleep... only to wake up again at 6:30 to take the dog out, then snuggled back in again until 9:15 when the painters wouldn't let me sleep any longer. Good thing, too, because by this point I was s t a r v i n g... again.
What's worse than starving--and a really bad habit of mine--I must admit, is when I let myself go too long without food. I tell myself, I'll just check my e-mail real quick then pop a bagel in the toaster. But checking my mail real quick turns into logging onto babycenter.com, then Facebook, and, oh look who went on this beautiful vacation! I think I'll look through her 150 pictures of St. Thomas. And all the while, my stomach is begging for a morsel of food. And it isn't until Little Girl is kicking and I feel like I might fall over that I finally get up and get something to eat. And every day I vow not to do this again tomorrow. And what happens...? Well, you get the point.
Time for lunch!