Hungry, so hungry

So I believe I’ve mentioned before that I’m not really having any – furtively glances around …. invades your personal space to whisper – morning sickness. I have light nausea at times and have solid hours where I feel distinctly unsettled, but nothing invasive and I haven’t actually vomited. (Yet, of course, always modified with a yet.)

I have some pronounced food aversions (broccoli, oddly enough, even though I typically love it in all its preparations) and am craving ALL OF THE DELICIOUS THINGS (queso and dumplings and noodles and McMuffins and PB&J’s, to name a few). Seriously, yesterday, on my drive home, I was craving a particular lunch circa my senior year in high school – a fast casual place where I always used to get a fajita burrito, large queso, and extra tortillas for dipping (ahhhh – to have an 18 year-old’s metabolism again). I haven’t had that meal in ages and yet, I wanted it so badly yesterday I could taste it.

My nose seems relatively fine, although there have been times that it seems to be particularly sensitive (a leftover stew, for instance, makes me gag every time I open the fridge). My boobs are sore, but not aching to the point of intervening. I don’t have much bloat, although I can already see my lower abs pushing outwards. I have moments of irritability and am quick to tear up during particularly music-swelly-soft-focusy moments, but I feel like I don’t have drastic mood swings. My fatigue still plagues me, but it’s generally getting better.

So basically, all of this to say that I’m actually feeling much better than I anticipated, especially during the first trimester. I planned to feel absolutely terrible, hoped that I’d feel only moderately awful, and wound up feeling fairly comfortable.

However, what I hadn’t anticipated was the hunger. The Hunger.

To combat the nausea and The Hunger, I’ve divided my lunch and added a snack. So I eat a handful of nuts at 10, a serving or two of spinach and a cheese stick at 12, some fruit at 2, and yogurt with a side of carrots at 4. That typically lasts me until I workout (which has always alleviated my appetite) or until I get home and can eat another snack before dinner. I’ve kept all of the these snacks small because – as unjust as it sounds to someone who has forever and ever heard that pregnancy = eating for two which, if you carry the one and divide by four, means eating for two = twice the food – I only need an extra 150 calories right now. 150 calories! My pregnancy book reminded me that could be satisfied by an apple and a serving of peanut butter. 150 calories is not a lot of calories, is what I’m saying.

Anyway, where was I? Oh right, my eating schedule. Basically, I have a snack every two hours to combat nausea and the aforementioned hunger. Except you guys, there are days when hunger becomes The Hunger. Yesterday was a perfect example. I kept to my schedule of a snack every two hours (and, most notably, kept to my prearranged snacks even though I so desperately wanted a mcmuffin at lunch and queso for dinner). And yet, my day ended up like this:

6:30am – wake up, take walk with Luffy
7:30am – breakfast
8:30am – HUNGRY
9:00am – oh fine, I’ll have my first snack now
10:00am – well, I am still hungry and I’m actually getting a touch nauseous so another snack I suppose
11:00am – STARVING
11:45am – “lunch” haha, yeah right, like spinach will cure this
1:00pm – a handful of nuts is totes healthy
2:00pm – YOGURT PLEASE RESCUE ME
3:15pm – another handful of nuts can only increase their healthiness
4:00pm – FAMISHED
4:30pm – carrots with mini guacamole to the rescue
5:00pm – RAVENOUS
5:15pm – I’ll just leave work a tad early to distract myself from my stomach
5:45pm – stomach reminds me of the delicious meal I had back in ’06
6:00pm – arrive home
6:00:30pm – open fridge
6:01pm – try to convince stomach that an apple is equally as delicious as queso
6:15pm – grab bag of Cheetos, try valiantly not to finish bag of Cheetos
6:18pm – does it count as “finished” if I left a couple of Cheetos at the bottom?
7:00pm – COULD-EAT-A-HORSE
7:20pm – screw this, I’ll start dinner
7:30pm – well, this chunk of cheese is clearly too small to shred, I should eat it instead so as not to waste it
8:00pm – WASTING-AWAY- at least dinner’s almost in the oven
8:24pm – remove dinner from oven
8:24:10pm – remind self that it needs a few minutes to cool
8:25pm – Luffy’s not home yet…. eyes door …. eyes phone …. 
8:26pm – text to Luffy reads: “dinner’s ready! you on your way???”
8:27pm – get go ahead from Luffy to eat dinner without him
8:27:15pm – almost burn hands in haste to get dinner out of pan
8:27:45pm – frantically fanning first bite
8:28pm – sigh in relief, ahhhhhh foooooooood
8:35pm – finish comically over sized portion of dinner, feel satiated for the first time all day
9:45pm – told to Luffy as I’m getting up from the couch: “I’m hungry, so I’m going to bed”

And yeah. That was my day. Hungry, is how I would sum it up. So hungry.