evil little cupcake.

Famished.  Simply famished.  I feel like I'm constantly thinking about my next meal.  I do not remember being so hungry my last two pregnancies.  But with this one... ALL I think about is food.


Ask anyone.  I'm not a huge eater anyway.  I definitely eat enough, but I'm not a breakfast, lunch, dinner and a couple of snacks a day type of person.  But the past few weeks...  


I. cannot. get. full.


I eat.  I'm starving.  I wait.  I eat again.  An hour later - I'm hungry.  The only thought on my brain is 


"I. need. food. now."  


Seriously, what is the deal?  I just may gain about 100 pounds with this one.  I know the next time I go to the doctor, he'll probably call me a blimp and tell me not to gain another ounce.  Okay, I'm kidding - I haven't even gained anything.  However, I feel like I should've topped off the scale by now.


So, I have 45 minutes until the end of the day and I'm sitting at my desk staring at a cupcake.  A cupcake a student brought by that I saved for my sweet Eli, my cupcake king.  It's eyeing me, tempting me with every second that passes.


"I will not eat the cupcake.  I will not eat the cupcake.  I will not eat the cupcake with the buttercream frosting..."



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