Meerkat Malt?

I think that I shall never see a LESS appealing movie preview than that for August Rush. Impossibly schlocky story? Check. Annoying, plucky child character? Check. Robin Williams (in a cowboy hat, no less) Check! I shudder every time I see the preview. If I avoid seeing one movie this season, I will avoid seeing August Rush. Does everyone find plucky child characters as irritating as I do, or am I just a heartless, child-hating crone? The amount of distaste I feel for that kid from Jerry Maguire is probably unhealthy.

It has been a somewhat discouraging day. I woke up in the middle of the night last night to find that the milk I drank before bed had crept stealthily up my throat, coming unpleasantly to rest in the high reaches of my esophagus. Truly a disgusting sensation. I eventually propped myself nearly vertical on pillows and slept on the edge of the bed closest to the door to the bathroom, just in case.
Today I was supposed to go to an afternoon party with a group of friends, something I had been looking forward to for a week—I have been a bit starved for social interaction lately, and am trying to get back on the horse, so to speak.
I didn’t make it, instead spending my Sunday alternately sleeping and failing to eat. I took extra Zofran and tried to force down some protein, but in the end my fear of throwing up in public won out over my desire to socialize.
I am becoming slightly concerned about my lack of weight gain. I am supposed to gain at least 20 pounds by 20 weeks according to the multiple pregnancy book I have been reading. Three weeks ago, at 10 weeks, I had gained six pounds. I haven’t gained an ounce since then.
I have a hard time eating in the evenings, and meat is problematic unless ground or somewhat disguised. I am drinking a lot of milk (nearly a gallon a week), and most workdays I manage to eat a small cheeseburger for lunch. But on days I feel particularly sick, like today, I find myself eating very little. I made myself a milkshake this afternoon, and I had an egg and toast for breakfast, but I am starting to get a bit panicky as I try to think of something, anything I can force down for dinner.
I am trying to make weight gain a priority—it seems comforting, in a way, to have something concrete I can do to support this pregnancy, and I have seen the research indicating that early weight gain can help prevent preterm labor and complications from prematurity. But I haven’t come up with many ideas on my own, short of putting small mammals in the blender with a scoop of ice cream.
For those of you who have been pregnant with multiples: any tips on getting enough to eat, especially in combination with the nausea/lack of stomach room in the evening? And for everyone—I would be grateful for any suggestions of high protein, high calorie recipes that are easy to eat when feeling less than well (noodles, eggs, cheese, soup, meat if not readily recognizable). Preferably dishes that are also easy to make, since I continue to suffer from Narcolepsy of Pregnancy, and time I spend cooking is time I cannot, alas, spend napping.