At least to the hand S is showing now (or should that be feeling?) and I’ve developed a rather irritating habit of rubbing the belly in public.
It’s not my fault I just can’t help it — it isnt like I’m thinking I’m rubbing the Buddha belly or something like that but this whole thing is still doing my head in a little, and rubbing the belly is about all I can do.
Onto food and we had some more craves today — after sitting at a beach restaurant for the evening while I gorged on baked prawns in salt and beer, S just picked and played with her food eating just only a little of the vege stir-fry she’d apparently been craving all day. However as soon I we got home and I’d thrown myself down to watch the end of Star Wars 3, S decided she did want to eat.
“Yeah, I’m hungry now — can we go out and eat now?”
“But we just did that! I’m tired, why didn’t you eat then?”
“smdfykervbervasf,dfg”
“Well I’m not going out to walk up and down the strip unless you narrow down what you want.”
“But I don’t know what I want. I’m just hungry.”
(Note this entire conversation is happening during the climax of Star Wars 3)
“Well, what food group are you interested in? What about ice cream?”
“hmm nah”
“What about Thai? You want some noodles? Chips?”
“hmm nah”
In the end S went out herself (partly to escape Darth’s temper tantrum) and bought two cheeseburgers from the Golden Arches. One is bad enough, but two is worse, and then she walked back and ate them in the room — semi cold — how revolting.
Pregnancy makes peope do (or eat) very weird things.
At least she isn’t sending you out for pickles and ice cream (although, does anyone who isn’t in an American tv show do that really?).