It's like an eating disorder

Never in my pre-pregnancy life was I ever so obsessed with food as I am right now (well, maybe during one diet in undergrad, but I digress...). Now, though, food, and thoughts of it, is one of the only things that fills my hormone-addled brain. If it's not "Man, I'm starving!" it's "Ugh, I shouldn't have eaten that" or "Have I eaten any veggies today?" or "When was my last snack?" I never thought that I would scrutinize every morsel I put in my mouth this closely, but, being the good mommy that I am, I have to ensure that each bite has some kind of nutritional value, doesn't contain too much sugar, isn't on the no-no food list, and won't make me feel like puking. I also have to make sure I eat something every few hours or I start feeling sick.

If I weren't pregnant, I would totally diagnose myself as having some sort of disordered eating issues. But, I suppose constantly obsessing over food is better than constantly obsessing about whether the baby's ok. Oh, wait, I guess I've been doing that, too...