More please

It's offical, the next food challenge champion is currently housed inside me.  The kid never stops eating!  Yesterday, I ate an entire pizza, which I think was about 7 or 8 pieces.  I ate it in two settings, one at 6:30 and the other at 8:30, but still, I ate the whole thing!  I am not sure if Bill was impressed or terrified, probably both.  It doesn't matter how much I eat, I always feel like I could eat more. 

Bill now loves grocery shopping.  In my pre-pregnancy state, I was a stickler about menus and grocery lists.  For some reason that now seems so ridiculous, I could not stand the thought of food items cluttering up the pantry.  I wanted to buy only what we needed to eat for the week and nothing more.  Now that the next star of man v. food is currently residing in my uterus, I buy anything and everything that could possibly sound good in the near future.  You just never know when you are going to need or want pepperochinis.