As Told By Molly

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program of Flashback Friday to do something else. Stay tuned. Maybe we'll call today Frustration Friday (I'm keen on alliterations, ya know).

So it's probably not the best thing when you're at a check-up appointment and your nurse midwife says, "What was your weight before you were pregnant?"

Then you tell her. Then you step on the scale. Then she looks.

Then she says, "Well, it seems like you're not having any trouble keeping the food down, huh?"

Uh...no. I don't. I never have gotten that kind of sick with any of my pregnancies. Just tired and crappy feeling, without the frequent trips to the bathroom. I'm not complaining, really. Just feeling frustrated because despite eating about half the calories I normally consume, the weight is just making itself right at home on my hips. But you have to understand that it's seriously the fight of my life (as a friend once put it) to keep that weight as far from my hips as possible. So this kind of stuff makes me feel bad.

So what brought on this frustration? None of my jeans fit anymore. Today officially marks my two-months mark, but I thought I could at least still wear the old pair and do the rubber-band trick for a while? Nope. Stretchy pants are in my future for as far as the eye can see.

When you're pregnant, food is your worst enemy and then your best friend. It's like Kate said, "Being hungry and wanting to eat are two different things when you're pregnant." So true, Pal. So true.

After the food as your enemy part was over and then became my best friend with Porter's pregnancy I craved grape juice and ice cream. I would take a large container of grape juice with me to work every day and then come home and have a large bowl of ice cream every night. Needless to say, I put on a lot of extra poundage with that one.

With London I craved lemon slices with salt (ooo, my mouth just watered...). Oh it's good. Port, who was just four, would try to pretend like it wasn't the most sour-salty thing he ever ate and keep a straight face. Watching him was almost as good as eating all those salty lemons. Almost.

So geesh, Molly, what are you eating anyways you, colossal, you? Well, I don't have any cravings yet, but there are a few foods that have been good to me. Here's what I pretty much live on:

How 'bout you? Did you have any "safe" foods during these first months? Or any wild cravings once food got good again?

Oh! But you know what?! I have found a new food that I like: Jack In The Box's tacos. I used to hate them, with that mystery meat and spicy sauce and all. But then one day Olen brought me home a couple and I felt daring and then loved it! Come to think of, I could go for one right now...yeah and I wonder why my jeans got small so fast?

But you know what I'm really craving? A nap.