Sooooo..I am back from the land of swine flu. Everyone else I know was more worried about me, than I was. I didn't even bother to go to the damned doctor and I can't tell you how many people thought I was endangering my life by not going. I promise not to get up on my soap box and go bashing certain entities.

My maternity clothes are loose in some places they've never been loose in, before. That can't be good. I really need to get new batteries for my scale. I've been struggling with my weight for my entire life and my body picks *now* to eff with my appetite?!?! Nice.

Have you ever tried to force yourself to eat? For me, it is an internal argument that I have to have with myself. I sit down with the food and look at it. I ask myself if I am hungry. No, I'm not. I ask myself if I want to eat this food. No, I don't. My intellectual side says I need it and that the baby needs it. Every forkful of food I take, I have to tell myself that the baby needs it and I have to consciously encourage myself to chew it and swallow it. By time I am done eating, I am mentally exhausted and happy that the ordeal is over. It took me 30 minutes to eat a meal yesterday. Which, of course, makes me want to space out the next "event" as long as possible. This is so very weird.