I am SO hungry.

Ugh.  It's been a week.  We had a long weekend vacation which was wonderful, but things have not gone so smoothly since getting back.  I won't whine about everything that has sucked since Monday.  I will say that the straw that broke the camel's back was our air conditioner going out yesterday morning. Two technicians have now confirmed that the compressor completely blew and we need a new unit.  Which will take several business days.  Which means we are out of A/C through the weekend.  It's 85 degrees in our house at 10:30am.  Our poor 110 pound long haired black dog looks like he is going to have a heat stroke at any minute.  If there were any hotels in a 20 mile radius of home that accepted dogs his size, I'd get a hotel just for his sake.  But there are not, so we are working with fans, open windows, and lots of cold water.

So why is this post about my hunger?

Because on top of the sweltering heat, and my crazy pregnancy hormones, I am having the most bizarre food aversions ever.  I am starving hungry.  I keep opening the pantry door, refrigerator door, freezer door and am almost in tears from the hunger pain - yet everything we have turns my stomach.

So what do I want?  OMG, if I only knew.  I want something cold.  But NOT sweet.  The thought of ice cream makes me sick.  Even fruit sounds gross to me.  Dairy is out - the thought of cheese or yogurt is also grossing me out.  Salty?  Maybe.  I think I could eat a pickle if I had one, but it doesn't sound that good and wouldn't fill me up anyway.  Sour sounds good too.  Seriously, I could consider sucking on a lemon at this point.  But what can I eat that's cold and salty or sour and filling?

Maybe Chipotle for lunch?  It's not exactly cold, but the sour cream, salsa, and lime rice might do the trick.  If I don't pass out before lunch.  I have a work meeting at 11am.  Hopefully it will end in time for me to run out, because I have an A/C sales person coming at 1pm.

But seriously.  WTF is up with this insanity at 16 weeks?  A hungry miserable pregnant woman in a blazing hot house is just a recipe for an emotional meltdown.  And/or passing out.

I have to force myself to eat something . . . even if I am not going to hold it down.  I can't take the hunger pain much longer.

Speaking of 16 weeks - that post may or may not come today.  We'll see if I find food and feel up for it later . . .