I’ve reached that annoying stage in pregnancy where I’m constantly hungry but my stomach is really squished up so I can’t eat too much at one time. This all means that I eat frequently, to the point that sometimes it feels like I never stop, and when I tally it all up, it’s a surprise to see how much I’ve ingested.

A prime example happened on Monday night. We had a bunch of fresh vegetables left over from the party and I knew if I didn’t do something with them they’d wind up forgotten and rotten in the bottom of the fridge. I cut up a bunch of red pepper strips, some mushrooms, washed some baby carrots, and mixed the last of the sour cream with onion soup mix to make a dip. I set those out on the table to eat with supper and I ate quite a bit, especially the mushrooms.

Supper itself was corn on the cob, which was surprisingly good this late in the season, and so I ate two pieces. We ate it with Sweet and Sour Meatballs on rice. By the time supper was over, I was pretty full.

I did the dishes and then while Hayley had a pre-bed snack, I munched on a cheese stick.

After she went to bed, there was nothing on television that I felt like watching so I hung out at my desk, catching up on weblogs and eating more of the vegetables and dip plate (and this time finished off most of the mushrooms and a lot of carrots). At 10 pm it was time for my Chai tea (an easy way for me to get my calcium since I hate milk on its own but get 2/3 of a cup just by making the tea; it’s also been saving me from nightly acid reflux so I hate to miss it) and I can’t drink tea all by itself, so I had a little piece of chocolate cake. When I headed for bed at 11:30, my stomach felt very empty so I ate one more cheese stick so that I wouldn’t wake up starving at 2 am.

After all that, when I woke up at 8:00 the next morning I was so hungry that I couldn’t wait to make my bagel.

I know they say a pregnant woman is eating for two, but honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m eating for a family of four.