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July 18, 2009 Time is passing quickly. I'm past the 10 week mark now, but nothing really new or exciting to report. On Thursday of this week, I noticed for the first time that the waistline of my pants was feeling uncomfortably tight. Also, I'm still having a little "morning" sickness (that seems to have nothing to do with the morning). There was a lot less actual hurling though, and as much as I hate to admit it, I think I owe that to Bill -- aka "the Food Nazi." By Saturday of last week, Bill had endured a full week of my repeated tossing of almost all of my meals. Tiring of this, he announced when we were making our Saturday grocery list that he was going to "take control of the eating situation" and attempt to put a stop to all of the vomiting. Instead of purchasing our usual dinner ingredients for the week (meats, pastas, etc.), Bill's revised grocery list consisted of sandwiches, cereal, soup and peanut butter. Instead of eating fewer, heavier meals, we transitioned to more frequent smaller meals. I was a little amazed at the lengths that Bill went in order to control my eating (and thus my yaking). One night, for example, we were having ramen noodles (from Bill's approved pregnancy food list) for dinner. I finished off one bowl and was reaching for seconds when I was rather rudely interrupted. "No more noodles for you!" said Bill, "If you get hungry later you can have some peanut butter." That was the night that I dubbed him the "Food Nazi." Possibly due to Bill's pregnancy eating plan or possibly just because the time for morning sickness is passing, I was a lot better last week. If it was due to Bill's plan, I guess I should at least say . . . "Thank You Food Nazi."
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