I haven’t had my first prenatal appointment yet (that’s next week on the 24th) so I’m estimating how far along I am. I think I’m close to day 45. According to the “Pregnancy Journal,” my baby’s nipples are now visible and my little love is approximately 2/3″ long. All I know is that I’m tired all the damn time, I pee constantly, and my stomach has become a bottomless pit of perpetual hunger. For something so tiny, it sure drains my energy!
I’ve lost my taste for broccoli and ground beef. Last weekend I made a stew with rice, ground beef, and broccoli, along with carrots, corn, peppers, onions, etc., and had to force it down. Usually, I love it. But after smelling it and eating it, I couldn’t stand it. But eat it I did, because A) I was too damn lazy to make anything else, and B) we’re on a budget, so I couldn’t let it go to waste.
I started a babysitting/sign language job a month ago (right before I discovered I was pregnant). The extra money is a huge help and every Wednesday when I’m done I reward myself with something special, like Taco Bell, or 7-11’s cream cheese and jalepeno taquitos. I wish Chicago had a Chick-Fil-A, otherwise I’d hit that up, too. I’ve been craving their Polynesian sauce. Unfortunately, my husband says my craving does not warrant a trip to South Bend, Indiana. (Cheap bastard!) So I think I’ll have to satisfy myself with a McDonald’s chicken sandwich. It won’t compare to the juicy heaven that is the Chick-Fil-A breast, but nothing does, really. Unless it’s the Wendy’s spicy crispy chicken sandwich. *groans*