early, early this morning.

we're 98 days away from our due date. i've always really liked that number. almost to the point of always shooting for a 98 and not a 100. because a 100 seems so impossible. i mean, who ever really knows everything.

anyway...that's beside the point. i woke this morning around 5 am. probably because i had really good intentions to go to the gym and then go for a swim. before it got too hot. it didn't happen. but i did get out of bed. i realized that i was starving. this may be because i had eaten dinner around 630...and then not really eaten anything after that. well, i did have some sour patch kids, but those don't really count. because they aren't anything but sugar. and sugar doesn't count as food. it would be counted as fun.

so i sneak downstairs (after lots of loud grunting to roll out of bed). now, it's dark at 5. and i slept in my contacts. i didn't use any eyedrops...so my eyes are basically stuck together. so i'm seriously feeling my way down the hallway, down the stairs. i get to the kitchen and without even thinking about it...i walk over to the pantry and pull out a half eaten bag of hostess donettes. you know the ones. the really soft donuts that are covered in powdered sugar. they have like 20 grams of fat for 6 of them. they are one of my dad's favorite snacks. and i've actually never bought them at the grocery store. because i know that they're pointless to eat...no nutritional value. but i bought them...because i'm pregnant. and i wanted them. and i bought them at kroger after the walmart incident that has completely scarred me for life.

so i tear open this bag...still eyes completely shut. and i just cram as many as i can into my mouth. i looked like that japanese guy who crams sushi rolls in his mouth as practice for the hot dog eating competition. they tasted so dang good. i had probably eaten around 6 when i began to choke. fixed that. i took a drink right out of the orange juice jug. didn't even use a cup! which is sooo not like me. i always use a cup. it completely grosses me out to think that anyone would put their mouth on that thing. (this should give you some insight into my state of mind).

i toss one more beautiful donette into my mouth before i sneak back upstairs. crawl in the bed. and after about thirty seconds of grunting, i get comfortable. the tv sheds just enough light for me to see something white and flaky on my chest. i take my finger and wipe it. and i just fell out laughing.

powdered sugar. i can't lie...i totally licked the sugar off my finger and fell fast asleep. i can't remember, but i bet i had a really good dream after that.