Food is good, right?

There were a few minor things that, if I knew better, could have told me I was pregnant before the pee stick.  The fact that I could hibernate without a second thought, or that all of a sudden I needed new bras (bad news for me and the large "ladies" I already have to contend with), and the eating. I could just eat and eat and eat and eat. Then I got the sinus cold from Hades and I couldn't taste anything... booo! Who wants to eat flavorless food.  Then I found out that there were two babies needing nutrition, so I tried to consume all the servings necessary for this task. Now, I am a lover of food, but this is a difficult task. Most of the snacks and food I eat during the day have no nutritional value, so fruits and nuts and cheese it was.  THEN...  we went on the cruise... I ate all day every day.  The cold was gone, so things were yummy.  Then we get home, and... ehh.. food no taste good. Everything I look at just seems... blah... but if I don't eat, the babies still take what they need, and the dizziness and loss of brain function set in.  I will say that salsa at chili's is gooo-oood.  Especially on fries and little big mouth bites, yuu-uum. Still, on average, this week is gray on the food front.  But herein lies the worse news, no pants fit, already.  Either I ate WAY too much white things were tasty, especially on the cruise, or all my "extra" belly padding is starting to be rearranged by the growing uterus...  oh, btw... I will not be posting pictures of my belly over the weeks, maybe occasionally, but not regularly.