Sitting here craving about 5 grilled pb&js;, a giant sundae, a lemon poppyseed muffin, a cheeseburger, and cheese curds. But I can't have any of that, and we are almost out of heavy whipping cream so I can't even have my ice cream later. I know it is selfish, but these are the times I really wish I wasn't diabetic.

On a related note, I'm feeling like a horrible person because I'm immensely jealous that my husband gets to go out at night with friends rather frequently, and I'm stuck at home with a cranky toddler thinking about all the food I wish I could eat. He suggests finding a sitter, but I don't think sitting in a restaurant at 10 at night drinking water while everyone else is eating food and drinking alcohol really sounds like fun. #33weeks