I recently read Jenny McCarthy's "Belly Laughs" in one sitting. Now it's not a lengthy saga, but she pretty much wrote the best book about pregnancy that I've come across. Funny, and oh so true.
Pregnancy is accompanied by a veracious hunger that I could not fully explain. Even though I may have eaten an entire pizza less than an hour earlier It feels like I haven't eaten in days. She describes getting to a restaurant with this feeling and asking for bread:
"Minutes felt like hours, my eyes filled with tears and I begged my husband to go get some bread from the kitchen."
If I don't get something instantaneously I get crazy. My poor husband has been on the receiving end of crazy on too many occasions.
On to my next book, "The girl who played with fire" Just a light read. I'm sure it will inspire some interesting pregnancy fueled dreams.
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