In case I was unsure about really being pregnant before today, the following menu has given proof that I am no longer the sole occupant of my being.  

8:00 AM: 5 bites of scrambled eggs, small glass of orange juice.

9:30 AM: 2 pieces of cinnamon toast to combat the nausea forming within.

11:30 AM: bowl of chicken noodle soup attempted, again to fight the battle within my stomach

    ***1 1/2 hour nap***

2:30 PM: growing hunger pains, bowl of cereal to the rescue

3:15 PM: Preggie pop to ease more uneasiness in the tummy

4:30 PM: craving for grilled cheese after watching an infomercial about a machine that makes them and enjoyed half a sandwich.

Quite the day - and it's only 5:00 now.  In fact, I am already thinking about texting Andrew to tell him to stop and get some PinkBerry Yogurt on his way home.  I'm beginning to sound like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.  

Yikes, this is going to be a long 9 months.  Hopefully this child is able to glean some nutrients from my terrible day of eating!