9 months pregnant…with sushi

I went out for all-you-can-eat sushi today with a friend, and before going, I decided I was going to make it worth my while, order a lot, and eat it really fast so I didn’t get too full to finish.

I realized I was hungry. I also didn’t have a lot of time (I had told another friend we were going to hang out and didn’t want to take too long eating). When we got there, I was starving, so I ordered 4 rolls. I might have done this once before and it was a big accomplishment.

I used to hate sushi! Then I slowly grew to like it, and love it. By sushi I mean vegetable rolls, or cooked stuff, or tempura. Nothing raw. I’m not that big of a girl, so 3 rolls is a decent accomplishment.

Today I ordered my 4 rolls and started housing them. Unfortunately I dropped one in the soy sauce and didn’t think I could eat that- but I eventually did. I even ate one of my friend’s seaweed salad roll pieces because he had ordered 6 and, though he’s done it before, this time he got full, and, in my opinion, wasn’t eating fast enough.

But hey, you really don’t want to eat too fast. I wonder how many times a day people accidentally end up throwing some of it up in the bathroom, and how often (if ever and I do think it’s happened) has someone thrown up AT the table?

Anyway, I joked around while eating, that I was getting pregnant with sushi. Minute by minute, it was month by month of a small pregnancy in my stomach.

And now, roughly 4 hours later, I am full-on 9 months pregnant. With sushi. My stomach has been way too full ever since. But at least I’m full, I didn’t throw up, and I got my money’s worth.

Good times.