today my darling husband drove all the way from prosper to dallas just to eat lunch with me on his day off. we had california pizza kitchen, and it was a fantastic way to break up my day - a sleepy monday after a long weekend.
here's where the trouble begins: i ordered a pepperoni pizza, and at cpk they come with six pieces. usually i can eat four, and up to now in my pregnancy, it would've only been three. until the past few days, i've only been able to eat small amounts because i'd get full quick. well, i ate five pieces today. and landon laughed at me and said, "you could've eaten that whole thing, the last piece, if the waiter hadn't taken it away, couldn't you?"
he said it was good. that it meant i was feeding our baby.
but this cannot become the norm. entire pizzas? i'll be a cow and a half before the next 17 weeks are up.
anyone wanna walk? i really need a walk... oh, and some serious tums, too.