Farewell to French Toast and Hello Gladys

Before becoming pregnant, I did know about weird food aversions and/or cravings mommies to be can have.  My mom couldn't handle the smell of most food while pregnant with my brother and if, heaven forbid, she got cake icing on her hand she flipped out.  Which was actually rather funny, from an outside perspective, to watch her stiffen her hands and shake them all while making a weird, freaked out noise and scrambling to the sink to get it off her. 

But I was unprepared of the battle I would have with food during my own pregnancy.  Suddenly, I'm hungry all the flippin' time.  Sounds great, right?  I mean getting to snack all day with baby-makin' purpose all day, that's like a plump chick's dream come true.  Ahhh...but there's a catch.  "You will be hungry all day long," spoke the muses of pregnancy, "but nothing will ever sound good ever!  Muahahahaha!" 
Well, 'nothing' is not entirely true.  I've been pretty lucky that the few things that do sound good are pretty healthy.  For example, I can't get enough tomatoes.  Sliced raw or whole raw, cooked, made into V8 juice, with crackers, on a sandwich, love me some tomatoes.  

Oh, sandwiches.  And my beloved sandwiches.  I can't eat sandwiches unless they are tomato sandwiches.  That's it.  The bread makes me gag unless paired with tomatoes.  This includes grilled cheese, PB&J, and even toast.  Let me repeat that slower so the horror sinks in: I...can't ...eat...toast. *le sigh*  But hamburger buns and hoagie rolls I can handle.  Weird right?

I look forward to the day when these little babies have grown and are eating food so that I can see what they think about french toast.  Cause the other night they wanted nothing do to with the french toast.  I'll spare you the delightful details and just say that I wasn't even done eating the french toast when it got violently vetoed by a joint decision of my stomach and lovely almost 11 week old darlings. 

Beyond my food rantings, I am doing rather well I think.  Tired as all get out, and a few mood swings that usually just leave me weepy and apologetic and a tad sulky.  Jay is amazingly understanding when I lose my ever-loving mind.  And he usually realizes that when I'm really being a grouchy, stark raging *beep* that I'm actually just hungry and he lovingly suggests that a glass of milk would be good or just hands me the glass of milk.  And my mood swings are cut down with the good night sleep that Gladys has given back to me.  On Monday, I bought just a regular body pillow at the Wal-Mart and a pretty blue cover for it.  This thing is like 54" tall, leading us to remark that it will be like having someone else trying to sleep in the bed with us.  And leading me, cause I do this, to name the body pillow.  Her name is Gladys and she is my new true love.  Jay is not even all that jealous of our new relationship because he has woken up after I leave for work leaning or cuddling up against Gladys. 

We are still very excited to be having twins, although I promise that is tempered by the right amount of terror at having two infants entrusted to our care.  But I will believe and I will pray and I will be happy and I will remember that being pregnant doesn't even really last very long in the grand scheme of things.  And I will make french toast every weekend of these children's lives just cause it will make me laugh.