Eating and Pregnancy

I had thought the barbecue season was over once Labor Day passed. But my friend hosted her husband's 50th birthday party a la BBQ. I had severe trepidation about attending because I knew that I would probably overeat once again. She tends to marinate and have available for grilling about 20 servings of meat per person. This summer was wrought with heat and bbq events. I needed to slow down. I was getting full fast. No wonder, my burgeoning belly was bursting at the seams as it was. Put food into the equation and I was downright uncomfortable. It happened again on Saturday. Thank goodness I had the will power to say no to the perfectly grilled hamburger.  I tried to eat light on Sunday and Monday. Even a bowl of cereal puts me into a feeling of bloated misery.  There is simply no more room in my stomach area. Now, after each meal, I founder. Being foundered means you have to walk around continuously for several hours until the feeling dissipates. I learned how to fend off founder when my childhood pony used to frequently overeat from the oat barrel. He immediately foundered and I would walk him on his lead rope around the yard all afternoon until his stomach went back to its normal size. If you don't walk out a foundering horse, they can keel over and never get up. Well, that's what I feel like. i want to lie down forever. But I have to give myself a walk by myself. And it's the hardest thing to do because the gravity on the stomach area is so intense that walking becomes nearly impossible. The growing baby has taken over so that any food that goes down, even a handful of peanuts, gets squished against the gigantic uterus and my upper organs.  To top it off, breathing becomes a problem. Should I stop eating and breathing? Maybe that will solve the bloated, foundering feeling. Someone suggested I eat eight small meals. That seems like more work than it's worth. All I know is that I am not attending any more BBQ's. I dread the next meal as much as I crave it. Eating now has become both my friend and my foe. My goal this week is to strike a deal where my appetite gets satiated and my stomach doesn't balloon out to beached whale proportions.