I am so glad you guys are with me on the food thing. That makes me feel less like a crazy person. Allow me to tell you a story from my day?
We went to try a new church, and at the beginning of the service we found out the parish was having a potluck picnic directly afterwards. I was excited to learn more about the church by talking to the parishioners, so I spent a lot of mental energy trying to make the smell of grilling hotdogs palatable. By the end of Mass, I was more than ready to face The Hotdog Smell. In fact, I was darn hungry, and had decided I didn't much care what it was I ate, I needed to eat. I assumed my husband was on board with the whole deal, since we were looking at churches, we had a babysitter with the boys, and she was going to be with them for an hour after church so we could get something to eat.
So I dragged him through the "Ministry Fair" looking at the various activities of the church, and then started to head towards the food. Turns out, DH had no intention of hanging around and eating. Often he doesn't feel super social, but this was a surprise and as the priest invited us to stay, he said, "oh thanks, we'd love to, but we have to get home to relieve the babysitter."
So we get in the car, and I remind him that the babysitter is at our house for another 40 mnutes until her dad picks her up. I convince him to take me to a restaurant. I am stark raving hungry, and a two egg breakfast with hashbrowns has been on my "ok list" this pregnancy.
In the end, we end up FINALLY getting a table and then figuring out that there is no way that we can eat in the remaining 25 minutes before we need to be home. I call the babysitter three times with no answer to try to arrange for taking her home late. I call her mom with no answer. And I realize that my husband has been afraid of talking sense about the time to me because he knows I am The Crazy Determined Pregnant Lady Who Needs Hashbrowns. In the end, I am starting to cry at our table because I am looking at the menu and can't have the things I want because we don't have time and I have to order (sob) a PASTRY (gag!).
Who am I? Did I really have a mini-meltdown in public over hashbrowns? You bet.
(And then later that day I went grocery shopping without my wallet, which I discovered after they rang up my over $100 worth of groceries.)