Food and crying tantrums

First, food. I was going to try to start eating healthier foods that benefit towards my baby. Whenever I woke up I had a banana and a bottle of water. For breakfast I made some scrambed eggs, and orange juice. Then I spotted brownies. My ultimate weakness. I figured, what would one hurt?

I ended up vacuuming my room, spraying some chocolate cherry spray all over and then I started craving a cheese potato with sour cream. The craving was unbearable. I felt so weak! I made Max his lunch, and started on my potato before he was even done. Now I am stuffed! But what makes me really happy, is my mom is making her boneless fried chicken for dinner. I love that more than anything she makes! I know it's obviously not healthy, but I can't pass that up!

Now for crying tantrums. As I'm trying to enjoy my potato, Kamryn is screaming and crying over Lord knows what. Kayla had some carrots and dip and Kamryn wanted some. So she got some. Then she tried saying that Kayla wasn't sharing, but in reality Kamryn wanted all of the carrots to herself. So I had to sit there and listen to her scream and cry while trying enjoy my potato. Is this something I'll have to get used to with my own baby I wonder? Will I let my child get to the point where they throw tantrums? I know mostly all kids do, but where's the discipline come in play? I'm not sure if I'm for, or against whipping. Whenever my nieces first got here I was alllllll for it. They drove me up a wall and I wanted to whip their ass so badly! But now that I'm used to all of that shit, I wonder if there's a better way to tackle it.

My aunt Tina found some Hollister empire waist shirts that she's going to give me for whenever my belly starts to get bigger. I'm pretty excited about it. As bloated and huge as I feel right now, I'm still at 96 pounds. I read that gaining between 25-30 pounds is healthy. So I pray that I only get to 125 at the most. I know I'm praying for a lot there, but it's a nice thought. I was very tiny when I was a baby. 5 pounds 13 ounces. I was either 15 or 17 inches long, I can't remember. I'm only 4'10, 96 pounds right now. I've always been small, obviously.