It Demands a Sacrifice

Last night I woke up in a new and exciting way.

At 445am, I was awoken by the sound of my stomach growling and when I say growling, I don't mean grumbling or rumbling or any of those other cutesy terms people use to describe their stomachs' hunger signals. When Pooh Bear would talk about a "rumbly in (his) tumbly," he had no idea how much worse it could be. I mean last night my stomach did not rumble, it full on ROARed. I mean I awoke to my stomach growling "WAKE UP AND EAT BEFORE I EAT YOU!!!!" Along with the growling of my stomach, Orange Seed was throwing herself all over in there, I'm sure terrified that she was under attack by a herd of wild boar or better yet, yeti. Honestly...you have never heard anything like it. I laid there for 15 minutes thinking "This can't be happening. My stomach can't possibly be waking me up at 445am to eat. I mean come on...there is pregnant and then there is stupid pregnant." But after 15 minutes, the growling hadn't subsided and was, in fact, getting worse, so I finally did the only thing I could do. I dragged my sleepy, confused self out of bed and into the kitchen for a granola bar.

Now, maybe I should have known better. It did occur to me when I went to sleep that I probably hadn't gotten enough calories yesterday. Between working out hard that afternoon and then running off to Newborn Care class last night so that dinner consisted of one tiny turkey wrap, I kind of figured I probably should have forced some more food down once we got home last night. But here's the thing...I didn't feel hungry! I just didn't. My stomach wasn't making any noises at the reasonable time of 930pm about wanting more food, so by the time I went to bed at 11, I just sort of figured everything was working out. Oh how wrong I was. I am paying for that calorie deficit today. Not only did I have the 445am wake-up, but ever since I got up at 900am this morning, my stomach has been on a rampage. I couldn't get to that bowl of Cheerios quick enough. I followed that about 30 minutes later with a banana. I followed that about an hour or two later with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a handful of baby carrots. And now, only oh...20 minutes later, I am STARVING again. I mean my God, you would think I had fasted for a month.

So I guess the lesson here is that should you find yourself in the position of being responsible for growing within your belly a child who, at this point, is supposed to be gaining approximately .5lbs per week, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FEED THE BELLY!!! The belly knows that you are supporting not just one life, but two, right now and it demands a sacrifice.