On Saturday, I did a ton of running around. I did it with out eating because I have lost complete interest in food. I eat something and within an hour, I'm hungry again. This baby is going through I major growth spurt, I believe but food doesn't taste good to me. Well, around 5 p.m. on Saturday I became really nauseous and weak. I thought it was the flu and cancelled my evening plans I've been looking forward to all week. I choked down a LarBar and felt like I was going to throw up. In fact, I conned my friend into getting a sitter so we could go out but I had to cancel.
At 6 p.m., I crawled into bed and woke up at 9 p.m. to my husband checking on me. I got up for an hour and then ate a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich because it sounded good and my stomach was rumbling. At 10 p.m., I was running a 99.9 degree fever and made my husband run to Fred Meyer for Tylenol and Tums.
Sunday morning I woke up craving cinnamon rolls which really confirmed it wasn't the flu. I remember the wise words of my friend Shawn "if you're craving it, eat it!" So I made my husband take me to our favorite bakery for a cinnamon roll.
I thought it was the flu as I was achy and had the chills but now I believe it was because I just wasn't eating so let that be the lesson ... carry something in your purse in the 3rd trimester (which starts on Friday).