The Very Hungry Mommapillar (an adaptation of “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” by Eric Carle)

In the light of the moon a little lady lay sleeping. One Monday morning the warm sun came up and - plop! - out of the bed rolled a very hungry mommapillar. She started to look for some food.

At 7 am she ate a granola bar. But she was still hungry.

At 8:30 am she ate two muffins, but she was still hungry.

At 12 noon she ate three hot dogs, but she was still hungry.

At 2:30 pm she ate four oatmeal cookies, but she was still hungry.

At 6 pm she ate five pancakes, but she was still hungry.

At 9:30 pm she ate one banana, one piece of toast, one burrito, one bowl of ice cream, one slice of pizza, one cupcake, one apple, one bowl of soup, one potato, and one piece of rhubarb pie.

That night she had a stomachache!

Oh yes, this pregnant momma is hungry nearly ALL OF THE TIME. I can’t seem to get enough to eat lately. It pains me to spend money on food, but at least with this pregnancy I’m not just flushing it down the drain (literally - I puked for four weeks with the first one. I seriously pictured that money going down the toilet every time I found myself hunched over it). I am supremely grateful that I have not experienced any morning sickness so far. The P.A. at my doctor’s office said that usually if you’re going to have it bad it will start early, around 6 weeks. I’m almost at 8 weeks and have had no hint of it. I’m not out of the woods yet but it’s looking good so far. That’s a miracle in my book!