When I was pregnant with Davis, I had a pretty crummy appetite in the beginning. My diet consisted of lots of bland carbohydrates and not very many (translation: zero) fruits and vegetables (three cheers for prenatal vitamins!). I also wasn't sure what would sound ok from day to day, so there were lots of last minute trips to the grocery store or to a fast food place to procure dinner for myself. Many days my saint of a husband would make those trips for me, while I wallowed in my misery at home, waiting patiently for my unhealthy meal to be delivered.
That was then... this is now. Though my appetite is equally fickle, I now have a HUMAN in the backseat with me everywhere I go. And unfortunately for me, that human gets smarter every day, and has therefore figured out what it means when she pulls up to a drive-through window. Let's just say it only took him 1 or 2 trips to learn the word "fries" and use it in conjunction with the words "more" and "please." So now every time I search through the pantry only to find everything inside it offends me, and all I want to do is drive to Whataburger for a kid's meal, I have to weigh my options.
Do I want to eat something that sounds good and might settle my stomach, but risk having to share it with an angry toddler who will demand more fries from the backseat approximately every 15 seconds (regardless of whether I actually ordered any fries)? Or do I want to skip the drive-through altogether and suffer at home with boring cereal? Sure, I could wait for Wade to get home and sneak the food into me before our darling angel notices, but that requires a lot of patience and waiting, two things at which I am notoriously horrible.
As I write this, I am choosing to think of this "problem" as a positive thing, considering it will likely save us money and save me from gaining a few pounds, but let me assure you that in the moment when it happens, it leaves me feeling lots of unpleasant feelings toward my toddler. Which is totally fair and not selfish of me. For now I will just continue doing reasonable things like eating my fries in secret in the bedroom or waiting to eat my "good" snacks until he is asleep...