I miss food.

Since becoming pregnant this time around, I have been afflicted with stupid morning sickness and fatigue so, well, fatiguing, that at times I thought I was going to drop down in the middle of the grocery store and start sawing logs right then and there.

It is generally expected to start waning by about the 13th week, which is the end of the first trimester. I begin my 12th week as of today, and for the past two days have noticed a dramatic drop in the amount of those icky symptoms. Until today. It's still here. It was just kindly hiding behind my childlike delight for the holiday so I could eat Kit Kats and Doritos and English muffin pizzas on Halloween.

My favorite thing to do on Halloween is to stay home in snuggly clothes and eat delicious snacks all night instead of having a real dinner, and I am grateful I got to do that. For the past two and a half months I have barely had an appetite at all and I genuinely MISS the desire to eat. So, I guess instead of complaining, I will just thank the universe for the junk food it doth bestoweth upon me, if only for a day.

Hopefully, I won't end up one of those lonely and pitiful souls who has morning sickness for the entire duration of pregnancy because I am excited to get back in the swing of things like working out, and chewing food that isn't a saltine cracker. Wish me luck, good friends! And then let's go to dinner!