And I shall call the baby...

Tapeworm.

Seriously. I am starving today. After 6 good solid weeks of feeling totally repulsed by most food (including, sadly, chocolate and most forms of ice cream) I feel like my appetite is back with a vengeance today.

My stomach growled so loudly this morning that the student I was working with heard it and said "Dude, was that, like, your stomach?". Yes, in my professional life I often go by the name "Dude".

I'm still feeling fairly opposed to cooking, especially meat, so I need to figure out what Mr. Monkey is going to be feeding me tonight. Little Tapeworm is getting hungry again.

Confessions

1. I am starting to get very interested in the idea of maternity pants. I have not gained any weight yet and I still fit in all my old pants, but I really just want to have a socially acceptable reason to wear elastic waistband type pants. It just sounds so comfy right now.

2. I really, really want a bag of Cheetos right now. This makes me worried that I am going to turn into Britney Spears and start eating Cheetos and Taco Bell while being stalked by the papparratzi

3. I don't know how to spell paparazzi.

4. I got stuck in my shower yesterday. I'll spare you all the graphic details, but basically the width of my increasingly bodacious ta-tas has started to exceed the width of my very, very narrow shower opening.

5. I didn't win the Halloween costume contest yesterday and I sort of think I got robbed. The prize was a $5 gift certificate, but still. I want it.