I REALLY need a hot dog
Yesterday was a big pregnancy adventure. Riley and I were in nursery (that's our calling for those who don't know) and one of the girls gave the closing prayer for the lesson. It was a cute prayer. She said, "Bless my pizza, bless my family, bless my hot dogs..." etc. For some reason though, after she said "bless my hot dogs" I literally started salivating.
Keep in my mind I really haven't been able to eat a lot this week. I've stuck with fairly bland food and have been having light meals. However, once she said hot dogs I NEEDED a hot dog. Right then. With ketchup, mustard, the works. I looked at Riley while the kids were having snacks and said, "Riley...I really want a hot dog." He laughed a bit but I'm pretty sure I then got a crazy look in my eyes and said, "No, Riley, I REALLY need a hot dog."
That was the beginning of the roughest pregnancy day I have had so far. I think it was also the roughest pregnancy day for Riley as well. Right when we left church I still really needed the hot dog so I started BAWLING. Not crying or sobbing. BAWLING. I was really upset and frustrated for no real reason and the only thing that made sense at the moment was to cry. The one thing that would make me feel better was a hot dog...and maybe spaghetti.
Once this started happening Riley was still being a good kid and didn't want to shop on Sunday. Instead he called his parents and asked if they had any hot dogs. They did so we changed and drove right to their house; with me crying the entire way.
I'm coming to the conclusion that there are certain times when you're pregnant, like when you have a wall of hormones slap you in the face, that you revert to being a 4-year-old. I believe that because once I had a hot dog and spaghetti I took a long nap and I felt so much better afterwards. Good food and a nap. That combination should make anyone happy.
Today is the 8 week mark! Here is the beginning of my baby bump pictures as promised:
And no, I am not already showing (at least I shouldn't be). I'm just bloated and have a desk job :)
Have a great Monday!
Keep in my mind I really haven't been able to eat a lot this week. I've stuck with fairly bland food and have been having light meals. However, once she said hot dogs I NEEDED a hot dog. Right then. With ketchup, mustard, the works. I looked at Riley while the kids were having snacks and said, "Riley...I really want a hot dog." He laughed a bit but I'm pretty sure I then got a crazy look in my eyes and said, "No, Riley, I REALLY need a hot dog."
That was the beginning of the roughest pregnancy day I have had so far. I think it was also the roughest pregnancy day for Riley as well. Right when we left church I still really needed the hot dog so I started BAWLING. Not crying or sobbing. BAWLING. I was really upset and frustrated for no real reason and the only thing that made sense at the moment was to cry. The one thing that would make me feel better was a hot dog...and maybe spaghetti.
Once this started happening Riley was still being a good kid and didn't want to shop on Sunday. Instead he called his parents and asked if they had any hot dogs. They did so we changed and drove right to their house; with me crying the entire way.
I'm coming to the conclusion that there are certain times when you're pregnant, like when you have a wall of hormones slap you in the face, that you revert to being a 4-year-old. I believe that because once I had a hot dog and spaghetti I took a long nap and I felt so much better afterwards. Good food and a nap. That combination should make anyone happy.
Today is the 8 week mark! Here is the beginning of my baby bump pictures as promised:
And no, I am not already showing (at least I shouldn't be). I'm just bloated and have a desk job :)
Have a great Monday!
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