It’s been a while since my last post, which isn’t exactly surprising considering I’ve spent the last 3 months of my life throwing up. It’s a fact of life for me now: nausea, vomiting, strange and frequently altering food aversions. Yes, it’s true, I’m pregnant. If I didn’t believe the pregnancy test (which I didn’t, because I took two and bought a 3rd “just in case”), it became brutally real to me when the morning sickness kicked in. Oh and how I wish it was just morning sickness! The first 12 weeks I had morning sickness, afternoon sickness and evening sickness. Friends and experienced mothers would say “Isn’t it terrible? Sometimes I wished I could just throw up.” I would then laugh because I spent countless hours on my couch thinking the EXACT same thing! Then, I was blessed with the ability to experience both the nausea and the throwing up. And I don’t say “blessed” sarcastically, because it REALLY does make you feel better!
I’m entering my 16th week now and have spent the last two weeks in the coveted 2nd trimester. However, like many women, I’m still coveting that 2nd trimester honeymoon phase. My baby and body have decided that they rather enjoy the 1st trimester symptoms and are prolonging our affair. Personally, I would prefer we just said “been there, done that”, but what’s a girl going to do? All I can do now is ask “What’s for dinner?” and wonder if I’m at least going to like what I will eventually be sharing with my new best friend, the toilet. My body changes its mind like a teenager changes clothes. I have absolutely detested chicken (which was my life source), Mexican queso dip is the most unappealing appetizer in the world (which is just blasphemy folks!) and I flick the salt off of my pretzels because I can’t stand it (it should be noted that I normally love salty things). To make meals, or matters, even more interesting, I go through phases of foods that my body craves before it then decides that the same dish will wreak havoc on me and I no longer ever want to see, taste, smell, think about or hear the name of that dish again. So far we have been through: double cheeseburgers, grapes, popcorn, yogurt, baked ziti, pizza, macaroni n cheese, salads and even an entire restaurant affectionately known as Cooper’s Alehouse. Notice a CARB trend anyone?? If anyone wants to come over and empty my freezer of the stockpile of foods I formerly loved, but now get nauseous just thinking about, come on over! I will be here, wondering “What’s for dinner?” and “Do I have to eat? Really?”
I’m entering my 16th week now and have spent the last two weeks in the coveted 2nd trimester. However, like many women, I’m still coveting that 2nd trimester honeymoon phase. My baby and body have decided that they rather enjoy the 1st trimester symptoms and are prolonging our affair. Personally, I would prefer we just said “been there, done that”, but what’s a girl going to do? All I can do now is ask “What’s for dinner?” and wonder if I’m at least going to like what I will eventually be sharing with my new best friend, the toilet. My body changes its mind like a teenager changes clothes. I have absolutely detested chicken (which was my life source), Mexican queso dip is the most unappealing appetizer in the world (which is just blasphemy folks!) and I flick the salt off of my pretzels because I can’t stand it (it should be noted that I normally love salty things). To make meals, or matters, even more interesting, I go through phases of foods that my body craves before it then decides that the same dish will wreak havoc on me and I no longer ever want to see, taste, smell, think about or hear the name of that dish again. So far we have been through: double cheeseburgers, grapes, popcorn, yogurt, baked ziti, pizza, macaroni n cheese, salads and even an entire restaurant affectionately known as Cooper’s Alehouse. Notice a CARB trend anyone?? If anyone wants to come over and empty my freezer of the stockpile of foods I formerly loved, but now get nauseous just thinking about, come on over! I will be here, wondering “What’s for dinner?” and “Do I have to eat? Really?”
