Fatter is Better?

So, I am writing this post on 6/16, 15 days after I found out I was pregnant. So, if you don't know yet, I'm pregnant. Since this blog originated as a pregnancy blog to follow our first Walter bean's development, we've come full circle, and are back to square one.

Let's go through the early symptoms...
1. Dinner in NYC one month ago, I had a sake cocktail followed by Prosecco, and three glasses of wine. While this would make anyone feel a little queasy, I was literally falling asleep at the table during dinner. I felt my head bobbing to stay awake. I passed out in the bed thinking I had mixed too many things, but I didn't feel that drunk, just really exhausted. The next morning I took a cab to meet my friend Vale, and I started sweating profusely, and shaking. Even the cab driver asked, "Can't you feel the air back there?" I had all the windows down in the back gasping for air like a dog with only his snout out of a 3/4 rolled up window. I jumped out of the car thinking I was hung over, and in need of some serious coconut juice. I bagged Atkins for the moment (after two successful months--bah), and chugged an OJ and a croissant. I felt better immediately, so I thought it was a hangover remedy. Vale also got sick the night before, so I also felt like we maybe had a reaction to the wine or something similar.
2. I was taking a boot camp class at Lynne Brick's and on the Friday before Memorial Day weekend, I thought I was going to pass out during our suicide drills. I always feel like booting during this class, but I really felt out of it that day. When I got home, I laid on the couch and fell fast asleep, something I never do after a morning class. I usually feel completely awake and revived by the exercise, heinous as it may be.
3. That weekend at the beach, I felt completely depleted and worn out. I also started to feel fat. Now, I always feel fat, but mid-May I had lost almost eight pounds, and was feeling thinner. That weekend, I knew I had gained it all back. Why? I was still successfully doing Atkins, and on the road to a new bod. Suddenly I was feeling thick in the middle and thigh heavy--two things that came almost immediately during my first pregnancy. Which brings me to my next symptom related to carbs...
4. Anyone who knows me knows I can't handle pasta, bread, or most white flour products. However, when I was pregnant, I went opposite, and it's all I wanted and could tolerate. It felt like it absorbed the nausea throughout the day. Well, at the beach, I ate all regular high protein stuff (especially in the mornings). Breakfast at Judy Vardy's house has a minimum of three breakfast meats, which I can normally gobble up and burn in my next workout. However, I felt so sick and gross afterward. Then, we went to dinner at a seafood restaurant, and I honestly could not find one thing that I wanted. Normally, I can destroy some oysters, and then a nice broiled salmon filet. The thought of any swimming fish in my belly made my stomach turn on the spot. This is the first time I actually thought I could be pregnant.
5. On the way home from the beach that Tuesday, I fell into a deep sleep in the car. This is the exact thing I did on the way back from the beach 3.5 years ago at Christmas before I took a pregnancy test. Now, I can always fall asleep in the car, but this was like a sleep experiment/Ambien sleep. I also felt overcome with nausea. The moment we got home, I took a test, and the double pinks showed up in an instant. Baby Walter number two was on its way.