Every 90 Minutes

There are a few things in my life that I have been able to set my clock by; the fact that the animals in the house will wake up at 6am on the dot and start whining for me whether I am ready to get up or not, the fact that every few weeks or so, we don't actually remember to take the garbage out to the curb UNTIL we hear the garbage truck right outside our house. But, never have I been able to count on something so consistently than the fact that since Baby H started operation body take-over, I am hungry every 90 minutes! We are not talking some mild amount of hunger here either. Oh no, when the clock hits that hour and a 1/2 mark, I feel a pang like nothing I have ever experienced before. It is deep, it grumbles, it says, I could quite literally eat a horse right now and still ask what's for dessert? Don't get me wrong, I have always been what I like to call an "eater" there is rarely a time when I am not planning my next meal under the guise of pretending to pay attention in a meeting but this.... this is scary. Case in point, the other evening Kevin made a wonderful meal of pasta and Salmon. I literally inhaled said meal and even scraped out the pot effectively eliminating what was supposed to be our lunches the next day. Then, exactly 90 minutes later, I let out a loud and uncontrollable "Uh-Oh" (note: when you have a doting and worrying partner in the room, "uh-oh" isn't the most fitting or kind word to yell out). Kevin runs to me and I shyly announce, "I am hungry... AGAIN." The last thing I will say about this unquenchable hunger experience is that while the hunger is literally painful, nothing actually sounds good to eat. Sure, I have always been on the picky side and am not known to put out any effort for broccoli or any other green thing disguised as food but this is different. This is where my all time favorite foods don't sound appetizing whatsoever and where I am having to quell my hungry with strange things that will actually make it to my mouth without my super sonic sense of small making me gag. Things like wheat chex, pineapple, and only certain flavors of yogurt and oatmeal. What on earth is wrong with me?? Oh yeah, I'm pregnant.