I am hungry. All. The.Time.
I have a big lunch and by 2 I am starving. By 5 I am eyeing my colleagues’ snacks on their desks.
I am also equally embarrassed when we go out with friends. Because I want seconds… and possibly thirds. No, friends, I am not being starved at home by my dear husband — I just have a tapeworm whose name is Nursing.
I never used the term “eating for two” while I was pregnant, because I didn’t want to, or feel like I needed to. Now though? Wow! From the amount of food I intake you’d swear I’m feeding a village. I now frequently out-eat S. I can only imagine how hungry moms who feed multiples must be.
I think a nursing mom needs to enter one of those eating competitions. She’d win hands down… and maybe still be hungry afterward.
At this rate, I can only hope that when I stop nursing G my body won’t expand to show where all this food is going. Otherwise I’ll have to move into the gym.
Until next time — I’ll be the one in the corner eating something.