Yummy yummy yummy I got Love in my tummy

..and honestly, it doesn't make me feel that great. When I first learned I was pregnant, I was immediately all about the nutrition. Man, I was gonna be the champion of healthy pregnant eating.  I was chowing down 2 spinach salads a day, tomatoes, organic fruit, hardboiled eggs, milk, veggies.  I was awesome!  As I type the names of these food now, it's really hard not to barf all over the keyboard. seriously.  The day we rolled into week 7, something happened.  Food had already started to taste kinda...meh...but all of a sudden it was nasty.  I mean, how do people eat ANYTHING?  Even sprite and crackers are disgusting.  So now I am force feeding myself.  Honestly, as I sit here drinking my whey protein shake that is supposed to be "vanilla creme and strawberry"  and is a whole lot more like "cold sawdust" I think, well, maybe nutrition isn't that important.  Who needs a big ol brain anyhow? I am living...and my poor hungry blueberry sized baby is too...on rice, pudding, oatmeal and club soda. I was rocking the ramen noodles for a day, but sadly, their time has passed. Thank goodness for Matt, who stares at me with the, "what the hell can I even do to help," look and then goes to the grocery store to try and find me something I will eat...for the 4th time in a day.