Killer tummy...
So Charlie and I were out for a day of shopping and "getting me out of the house" stuff; I have been so tired all I have wanted to do is sleep and sleep and also lie on the couch to rest from all that sleeping! So it was so nice to finally have a day out.
I've been feeling pretty normal aside from sleepy and queasy, and getting hungry much more quickly than normal. But I hadn't felt anything at all like this before.
Charlie and I decided we were a little hungry, and stopped for dinner. Nice Italian restaurant, beautiful ambience. As we walked up to the restaurant door, suddenly it hit me so hard I almost doubled over. Crazy, insane, ravenous, growling, positively-dying-for-food tummy pains! "OMG," I told Charlie. "I am seriously STARVING all of a sudden!"
"It's a good thing we're having dinner," he replied. Smartypants.
So we go in, and sit down, and I am totally on edge. I feel like my every nerve ending is screaming for food. I wait impatiently for the waitress to come over, which she does, ambling along all calm and collected. Charlie and I order our drinks and I say in one breath "Iced tea and could I have somebreadpleasenow?" "Oh," she smiles at me "sure! They'll be bringing you bread shortly." Then she leaves the table and ambles off.
If looks could kill, that girl would surely be lying there still, a pile of smoldering ash and rubble.
The intensity of my hunger growing, I grabbed a poor bus-lady walking by. "Bread, please?" I whimpered. Wonderful lady. Wonderful wonderful kind gracious mother-theresa-esque lady who smiled, immediately brought me bread, and apologized for not having it sooner, which I barely noticed because I was too busy stuffing the bread down my face. Bread, glorious bread!!!!
Baby, I'm hungry!!!