Pregnant Dreams

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You know you have it bad when you have dreams about food.  And they are stressful food dreams.  Last night I had a dream that I was grocery shopping and I was looking in the produce section trying to find something I wanted to eat.  I had already gotten the milk and a few other things and was browsing the Easter stuff when I decided I better get a move on and actually get some food.  I figured I would get some bananas and some grapefruit. As I was looking around at all the other fruit (I dreamed up some pretty interesting stuff: spicy strawberries from Mexico and little miniature bananas the size of a small child's finger) I decided that I just wanted a plain old grapefruit.  But every time I went back to where I thought they were, they weren't there.  I looked all over that produce section and I was sure I had seen them somewhere but I could not find them.  It was so frustrating!  And the more I looked the more desperate I became.  Finally I found some that were cut into slices and each slice was wrapped individually and put into packages of 5 or 6.  They were more expensive but I decided I would rather get them than spend another minute looking for regular uncut ones.  I was so stressed out when I woke up and it was hard for me to realize it was just a dream.  Even now, thinking about it makes me stressed.  Why can't the food I want just be there when I want it?  I tell you what, eating is a big chore.  I wish I didn't have to worry about it.
I think the reason I had this dream is because a few days ago my friend Stacie came over and she brought a grapefruit for lunch.  At the time it didn't seem like something I wanted to eat, but as I watched her eating it, I thought maybe it seemed alright after all.  So next time Brent went to the grocery store, I asked him to get some grapefruit.  He got two, which I thought was plenty, however I ate them both in two days.  Since then, I haven't been totally satisfied at lunch.  However, I didn't think I was affected enough to have a dream about them.  Apparently I am craving them more than I thought.  Also on my craving list at the moment:  Eegee's (turkey and ham sub, fries and a small strawberry/lime eegee's) and Doritos, but I haven't been able to eat any Doritos yet so I don't know if I really want them as bad as I think I do.  It's weird how you think about a food so much that it almost becomes necessary to live.  And when you don't have it, you think you are going to die.  Anyway, I better stop thinking about grapefruit or I think I'm going to die.

Peanut Butter and Honey

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     I think I am definitely on the downhill side of this whole morning sickness thing.  I still feel gross most of the day but it's a less severe kind of gross.  My biggest problem is that I feel like I have a ping pong ball stuck in my esophagus somewhere above my stomach.  I don't know what it means or what it is but it's driving me crazy!  I would feel much less nauseous if it weren't there.  Maybe I have some sort of weird acid reflex or something, I don't know.  I just wish it would go away.

     Anyway, I have been noticing that I can eat more of the foods that I couldn't tolerate a few weeks ago.  It's weird because last time I was pregnant, it took a good 4 or 5 months to get there and I am only 13 weeks now.  So one of the things I couldn't stand when I was pregnant with Adam was peanut butter.  Which is sad because my favorite sandwich is PB&J.  Also, my favorite chocolate candy is Reese's Peanut Butter cups (I couldn't eat chocolate with Adam either, so that was sad too).  But I have found that I can eat peanut butter now (if it's not in large quantities) but for some reason, I don't have the appetite for PB&J.  However, the other day I started craving peanut butter and honey sandwiches.  Maybe it's the sugar in the honey that I crave, but I eat at least two of them at lunch (I am eating one right now).  And I just love my little Fuzzy Wuzzy honey container.   You know, the ones shaped like a bear.  We called it Fuzzy Wuzzy when we were little.  I always say the poem to Adam when I make my sandwich...

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear.

Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.

Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he? 

AND I craved some M&M's the other day, and today I ate a Reese's Peanut Butter cup!  The only thing that still grosses me out to even think about is chicken enchiladas, which was the first thing I couldn't eat with this pregnancy.  I want to puke just thinking about it so I will eat another bite of my PB&H sandwich.

I really don't have much energy these days.  I am SO exhausted at the end of the day and I hardly do anything.  But I think today I will attempt to go to the Scout store and Costco.  After I eat lunch of course.  We will see how it goes.  I hope it's not too much for my little pregnant body to handle.  I know, I'm being a big baby.  But I have noticed a connection between how I feel and how much I do during the day.  I feel better when I'm lazy.  But I don't like being lazy.

I think I need another sandwich.