The Burping Queen

I know, I know. It’s been over a week since my last post. Sorry, but I have been busy stuffing my face…and subsequently, burping. I don’t really want to brag, but I was a really good burper pre-pregnancy, but now I have reached full on pro status.  In fact, I am so good at it that when I let a good one rip and there is no one around to appreciate it, I get kind of get upset.  I imagine it’s a little like Michael Jackson must have felt the first time he did the moonwalk in the solitude of his own bedroom when no one was there to witness it. Like me, he probably feared he might never be able to do it again. I am also thankful for my burps because it means that my icky-ness is gone and I am finally able to eat.  All of those veterans of pregnancy were right, you just wake up one day and the ick is replaced with hunger. Every day the hunger increases until you get to the point where you can envision knocking a co-worker in the head with your purse and running away with the donut they were holding in their hand.  I try not to look like a starved dog when I eat (even though eating fast would cause me bigger and better burps). I try to stay civilized.   

Thanksgiving was last week, which happened to be the first day of my second trimester, and I was able to have some pretty heavenly meals. Aaron and I drove down to see our family in Orange County, which meant I would have the opportunity to eat at the restaurants I have been craving that we don’t have up here in Santa Cruz. Of course, I had the traditional Thanksgiving feast of turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, dressing, sweet potatoes…ok, now I am just torturing myself! The next day, however, my mom and I went to Fashion Island (a whole island of shopping!...not really) and I couldn’t even wait until noon to sit down and feast on PF Changs. We were basically the first ones there at 11:00 am and I chowed down on chicken lettuce wraps and steamed pork dumplings. I had been wanting this for so long that when the first bite entered my mouth, all the flavors danced a little jig on my tongue.  I was so satisfied that I didn’t even buy anything during the rest of the day’s shopping. However, I did let go a pretty impressive burp in the purse section at Nordstrom’s. For some reason, it wasn’t appreciated.  Go figure. In my defense, it was completely by accident and I did try to stop it. Kind of.  

Here is a new belly pic of yours truly...the burping queen.