Eating for 2

As a pregnant woman, I hear lots of "eating for 2" jokes. It's somewhat ironic, because sometimes food seems so unappealing to me that I barely eat for one. Yes, there are days when I want to eat EVERYTHING I see, but day to day I open up the fridge and decide, "Nope. There is nothing in here that I could possibly imagine eating."

Tonight I had to go by Walmart to pick up a 4 foot sub sandwich that we had ordered for youth group. Ryan is the one who usually picks up Walmart catering for our weekly youth group but there was confusion with our order so I had to pick it up on the way. If you have never seen 4 feet of sandwich let me assure you, it is A LOT of sandwich. So I went to pick it up and they tried to just hand it to me over the counter. I'm not sure, but I don't think that when you look at me that I look able to carry 4 feet of sandwich alone. The Walmart people suggested that I get a cart to put it in, but shockingly, you can't fit a 4 foot sandwich in a shopping cart! Eventually they decided to have someone help me carry the giant sandwich to the checkout counter. As I'm walking through the store, I can feel the stares, the giggles from strangers, and the general assumption that since I'm pregnant I probably ordered this huge sandwich just for me. And that I'm not strong enough to carry it by myself! It was awkward. I finally get to the counter with the sandwich that is almost as tall as me and the lady helping me asks, "Did you park close?" No. I did not. I didn't consider having to drag the worlds largest sandwich outside. Thankfully, she offered to help me out to the car. Yep, me and the Walmart Associate, carrying the sandwich buddy-style all through the parking lot. The saddest part is that it was a deli sandwich, which you can't even eat when you're pregnant. My dinner tonight was half a Lean Cuisine microwave lasagna.