Ok, so here's the real reason that the biking-across-Africa idea went nowhere. We were going to seriously contemplate it, seriously. Sure we were trying to have kids, but we were pretty sure it was going to take a while. Then, two days later, we found out I was pregnant. Yup. Believe it or not. Well, you should believe it because I have to eat every two hours and my jeans are not so comfy anymore. It also explains why hunger is no longer an inconvenience, it's a out right emergency. If I don't get some kind of food within 15 minutes or so I become this:
I think it's the closest I'll come to being a werewolf (did I just score some points with Twilight fans?) the transformation is real my friends, very real. Other than always having to have snacks nearby however, I count myself very lucky. I only came close to ralphing when I had to smell some questionable food from the fridge for my smelling-impaired husband and when I caught a wiff of a VERY RANK jr. high student. My sense of smell is pretty super-sonic which makes teaching in Jr. High a little more exciting, but compared to my very ill pregnant friends I'll take that any day. I'm due in June, till then keep snacks handy. Rar.