Hi, my teeny one! This is Mommy speaking. Welcome to the world and all of the chaos in it. You have no idea what you're in for...four other kids are awaiting your arrival and ask me daily how big you are now.
Now, know that I love you. I loved you the moment I found out you were real and the moment that I had the ultrasound and you became real. I love your tiny little turtle-looking body and the flicker of your little heart.
With that said...we need to have a serious conversation. I know that Mommy was hell bent on losing weight before your appearance and I was doing pretty well with it. I appreciate your need to help me on this weight loss journey. I think it's great that you are already selfless and looking out for my desires.
HOWEVER, I would like to eat just one meal, that I don't puke up. I would like to be able to take one bite of a noodle, just to see if it's cooked...and not go running to the bathroom 5 minutes later. I would like to wake up in the morning feeling refreshed, not wake up and know that as soon as I move, the nausea will hit like tidal wave.
Why do you like oranges so much? For some reason, it is the only food that seems to make you happy. I love oranges, don't get me wrong, but I'm nervous that I'm going to get an orange tint with the amount that I am eating. Could you crave some pizza? Or pasta? Or a frigging salad, for hell's sake?
I'm hungry. In fact, Mommy is STARVING. So, thank you for helping me reach 50 lbs lost (and more now, I think...), but I'm feeling pretty good about this starting point. How about we go get a bowl of ice cream, like all the other normal pregnant women? Huh?