Man, almost 3DPO and ALREADY A FREAK.  I went to Portland last night and stayed with Amy, because i was going to visit Jezabel at her family’s camp today.  I left Amy’s at around 1, hungry as hell because I hadn’t eaten anything, and when I got to Jezabel’s camp, she and J were making burgers. YUM! I love burgers! I’m starving!  I ate half and was full. I felt a little like an ass, since I had said "yes, I’m starving, bring on the meat, yo!" and the burger was delish, the setting was perfect, the company extraordinary. And I could. Not. Finish. the damn burger!  And it reminded me of The One Time I Could Not Eat Both SLices of Leftover Pizza, which was the first real oddity of the last time I was up the duff.  So my head, never one to slow down, starts spinning and I really can’t eat the burger, or the chips, or anything except for glasses of water.  I just got home a while ago, and looked up the pizza incident, and that was at like, 12 dpo, not ‘almost 3 dpo." 

See, now that I have a RECORD of what happened the first time, it might even be WORSE than not knowing what to expect at all! Argh.