I'm going to paint!

I always forget that on Sundays, if I don't eat something before we go to church, by the time church is over, I'M STARVING. See, we have church from 11-2pm and apparently I can't make it until 2 without lunch. This past Sunday I forgot this small detail. By about 1:15 or so, my hands were shaking like crazy. I was wondering what was wrong with me, when I remembered that I was probably dying for food. (I know this probably sounds strange to those of you who have not been pregnant before. Ya, I don't really understand it either, but consistent meals are very important to pregnant women.) Anyway, to compound all of this Terry had to work this past Sunday, so I was left alone to get the kids home from church. I finished out playing the piano for the primary, I'm not sure how since my hands were still so shaky, and gathered the kids to take them to the car. We were almost home when I mentioned to the kids that I needed to get some food for myself quick or I was going to pass out, so could they please come straight inside and get themselves changed into regular clothes? They looked at me kind of funny and said, "What?"
"Guys, I need food, I'm going to faint."
Both of them, totally confused, said, "You're going to paint?"
LOL, no, I'm not going to paint...but I confused/scared them enough that for once they went straight to their rooms to change. And, after I devoured 4 slices of toast (it was the quickest thing I could think of, ok?) I felt better. Ah, the joys of being 9 months pregnant!