It amazes me how much I can consume on a plate before me. Like a vacuum taking no exhales, just one big inhale, and the food is gone. The feeling that someone took my last bite lingers in the air around me. People ask me if I have any cravings, and I say no, but that’s not true- I should say yes; I crave food. Hunger leaps like a tiger attacking. Hell hath no fury like a hungry pregnant woman.

There is now a battle between my mind and my body. Up until now there has been clear passage of consuming food at a regular rate with no border patrol stopping the flow of traffic from my mouth down the windy road to....well you know. Up until now, my body has been a willing participant of this food parade- up until now.

Now my body has set up painful road blocks if I consume the wrong types of food- and if I consume too much at one time. I was under the impression that as a pregnant woman I have the right to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. Well, this is false information people! Well it’s false for me, I can’t speak for all pregnant women, but for me my body is telling me to slow down and eat right!

What used to be the I-10 of my intestines is now some windy-dirt-back country road that we will just call the scenic route, only it’s not so pleasant- especially for passengers like my husband (all I can say is keep the windows down).

The other thing, (and I’m not complaining, merely observing) is that my stomach is starting to create it’s own gravitational pull- mainly involving pants falling down, and shirts skirting up. This opposition of clothing is a real obstacle that I am trying to figure out the solution to. Poncho’s seem like a viable solution...

And how is my baby? Good, I hope. There is movement happening- I can’t always tell if it’s my boy or some organ mad at me for stuffing the wrong thing down my throat, but movement none the less.

Movement that nudges me that I am not alone in this adventure. Movement that pokes at me telling me that this isn’t solely about me. Movement that forewarns me that life is about to change dramatically. Movement that reminds me that we are both changing and growing through this grand experiment called life.