12:43 pm and I don't want to eat. I mean, I am hungry. But I feel like I have exhausted all possible eating options. Over the past 15 weeks, I have eaten all the food in the world. I didn't think it would get this way again so fast after my day of fasting on Wednesday due to the stomach virus. But, here I am, two days later and I am once again sick sick sick of food.

I am sick of picking food and going to get food and then eating it.

I am sick of thinking of what food is right for me to eat and what food is wrong.

I am sick of feeling like I am making the wrong decisions.

I am sick of wondering what foods will stop the dizziness of pregnancy.

Sorry for being so negative. I just can't stand it anymore. I need a chef.

Other things. I want to put the babies clothes in their chest of drawers. I want to pick which clothes that I have will be for which baby. Is this nesting? I think it is.

Oh, weight. My stomach virus made me drop 5.5 pounds! I have already gained back 2. So I think my pregnancy weight gain is now at 15 pounds, rather than 18. I got all these compliments yesterday about how pretty I looked. I looked in the mirror and realized I really looked gaunt. The pretty was from the 5.5 pounds gone. So sad. This morning, I told Jeff that I gained 2 pounds back, expecting him to say "yeay!" Poor boy wasn't sure what to say since we had been so conditioned to boo weight gain in the past. We are all straight on it now. Fatter equals whoohoo!