Food!

The baby has made me a fickle eater. It's picky and indecisive just like it's daddy. We planned on having steak on Sunday. I love the way we make our steak. But that morning, I was like, "Ew, no steak." I've been wanting tacos for like two weeks. We bought all the stuff and I supposed to make them yesterday but then I was like, "Ew, no tacos."  I had a craving for cake yesterday, bought a piece, at some of it, and then said, "Ew, I don't want cake anymore." Today, I took three different things to work with me for lunch to ensure there'd be something I would eat cause apparently I can't trust that what I pack in the morning is going to sound good by lunchtime. 

The other problem I'm having is that I can't sleep. I fall asleep right away at night but I sleep about three hours and then spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, wide awake. So, on top of just regular pregnancy tiredness, I'm tired from not sleeping enough. But I just keep telling myself, it's better then puking. I shouldn't complain.