A Nursing Appetite

I just had a hankering for a mid-afternoon snack and made pancakes. They are THE strangest pancakes I have ever made - something between a crepe and a leather wallet. I can't even blame Penelope....she was sleeping soundly the entire time I was cooking. Alas, you can't trust Google for everything.

Speaking of food, I have been meaning to write about my post-pregnancy diet. I'll just come right out and say it. I have never eaten more in my entire life. I thought I ate quite a bit during pregnancy, but it wanes in comparison to my eating habits lately.

There are some pros and cons to this new development. The best part, of course, is being able to eat anything and everything that you want. You would think there would be no downside to this, but I admit I actually get tired of eating. At 9:30 a.m. when I am eating breakfast for the 3rd time that morning, I sometimes wish this stage would pass.

Wayne and I were recently eating at a restaurant. I had just handed Penelope over to Wayne so I would have two hands (ah, the luxury) to eat the remainder of my meal, when the waitress asked if we needed a box. I calmly and seriously replied that I would eat the rest of my meal, and possibly the half of a sandwich that Wayne had left behind also. After the waitress left, Wayne burst out laughing, as he thought I was trying to be funny. I looked at him, and in between large mouthfuls told him I was very hungry still and quite serious!

One night before bed I was especially hungry. It wasn't as if I hadn't already eaten 3 (or more...) meals that day. After putting Penelope down, I went for a bedtime snack. On my plate: cheese & crackers, toast, two cookies and an apple with peanut butter. Yum.

Anyone up for an eating contest? Just as long as it's not these awful pancakes. But I would consider drinking the syrup...