And I Cried

Yesterday we stopped at the grocery store so I could get something to eat on the way to Milton and Jen's. Something salt-free. EVERYTHING has salt in it. YOGURT has salt in it. My options were carrots and fruit. Seriously.

So I grabbed two melons and put them on the counter as Eric loads up his yummy looking hoagie with deli meat and cheese (salt, salt on top of salt) and his box of twinkies (salt, fat, sugar). Once small thought about my pathetic melon dinner vs his hoagie and I started to bawl. And this was one of those times where I knew it wasn't just going to be a quick cry. I was going to sob. Loudly. And there was NOTHING I could do to stop it. So, I looked at Eric with tears in my eyes and said, "I have to go to the car." Problem was, I couldn't escape because my belly was so big that I couldn't get between the cart and the gum stand. So then I reeeeeally started to cry. Meanwhile, Eric's trying his hardest to maneuver the cart out of my way. I ended up bulldozing Eric and the cart and fled the store as fast as my fat legs could waddle me.

Once in the car I just let it go and in the end I felt better. Being 9 mos pregnant is the pits without being unable to just eat when you're hungry. The scene was rediculous. I settled for a veggie sandwich at Subway - plain.

Dear Baby -- please stop making Mommy cry!