Yes, I’m still talking about food.
I officially want to eat everything. After almost four months of gagging at the idea of anything more substantial than water, I’ve finally reached the point in my pregnancy where I am a bottomless pit. Well, sort of — I still can’t eat very much, but at least now I actually want to eat things.
Oh, but damn you gestational diabetes! Damn you straight to hell! All the things I want to eat are off limits.
I’m told as soon as I have this baby, I’ll be back to normal. So, naturally my thought process is something like:
1) Have a baby!
2) Hold that baby!
3) Kiss my husband!
4) EAT EVERYTHING.
And because I like to daydream about food, and torture myself, here’s what I have planned for November: