Where Shopping is a Pl*blech*easure

J ust the thought of going into the grocery store makes me want to curl into the fetal position and whimper like a puppy. The thought of having Jason go and come back with God knows what urges me onward to Publix at least twice a week, kids in tow, cause it’s Summer!

Before I was pregnant, the choices I made at the grocery store were informed and healthy. I frequented the organic section as much as possible and made sure to choose items with the best standards of food labels. Now, if I think I might eat it, it goes in the cart. I eat chocolate chip eggos, pizza rolls, cookies, and today I put jello snacks in my cart at the urging of my 6-year-old. I am defenseless against his “oooh, I really like ______ let’s get it!” Jason is ecstatic because he’s been eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Reeses Puffs for the last few weeks; items that would have normally been banned from the house. I’m just happy to make it through the store without fainting or puking. I still manage to make somewhat healthy dinners, but on nights I can’t Jason makes Hamburger Helper and when it comes to snacks, almost anything goes. :oP

I told Noah today that once I’m feeling better, it’s back to healthy foods, but I’m not so sure. Today we snacked on a jar of olives. yes, the entire (albeit small) jar. I know I need to take in more calories and I feel like I’m eating more…junk, but it’s this ravenous need to feed the monster that is new. I hope that means that I am creeping towards that glorious second trimester of sunshine, lolipops and rainbows.

I’ll be 12 weeks on Monday for those of you wanting to keep count. I’ve gotten three different due dates now, but you can almost count on this kid coming the week of February 20th. I would really like a girl, but a few things that have happened have me thinking it might be a boy. I was thinking Henry until Noah told me not to name it after a chicken (hen-ry). Everyone is a little more excited now that we’ve been to the midwife. I personally can’t wait for the Ultrasound. Turtle or hamburger, what will it be? :o)

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