Why Food Has Been Gross for 3 Months
It’s been a rough three months. Or should I say 12 weeks?
First there was the this-isn’t-so-bad stage. Then there was the I-can’t-get-out-of-bed stage. Quickly followed by the chocolate-milk-and-cereal stage (though not together). Then there were salt and vinegar chips (I’m still in that one) and the enduring chicken-is-gross period. (Unless it’s chicken salad or fried.)
That’s right, I’m pregnant. Pregnant!
This week we heard the heartbeat and saw our little peanut wiggle and hop on the ultrasound screen. I can’t believe I waited 12 excruciating weeks for that. I also can’t believe that it feels so incredibly worth it so quickly. Who needs to be in love with food when you’ve got a lovable little human growing inside of you?
Oh crumb, I’m gonna cry again.
Now that I’ve emerged from the dreadful first trimester, I feel a bit more like a human. A human with superhuman emotional capacity. Olympics & Bode Miller, you kill me.
Food sounds doable now, even enjoyable at times (especially if I’m eating at the Bar at Bastille). I’ve shed the pressure point bracelets that got me through a few really rough weeks, and I’ve released the husband from toast-in-bed duty. I’m beginning to see the light at the end of a long, progressively rounder tunnel (or is that an out-y belly button?).
This guy has been a real champ. He’s been ultra compassionate and even lets me sniff his beers after a good frothy pour. I’ve only had to nearly kick him out of the house a few times for frying bacon in the wee hours of the morning — that’s right, bacon now = toxic fumes. Same goes for the pulled pork he bought himself at Costco. He apparently doesn’t like the decidedly vegetarian turn my cooking has taken and has had to fend for himself. I’m just following baby’s menu orders here!
There are so many other funny food anecdotes I’ve been dying to share. Like the time I was craving my favorite seaweed salad from Teaism and found that I could buy the stuff through Relay Foods. I didn’t look closely enough to see that I was basically buying a bulk container of this-smells-like-the-stinkin-ocean. I forgot I had ordered it, cracked the seal on the container and immediately ran to the trashcan. My husband just laughed watching this self-inflicted little episode. The seaweed is still in my freezer if anyone wants to barter for it. Not sure I’ll be up for it anytime soon.
Though I’m fully aware that having a kiddo can drastically alter one’s life, I want you to know that I don’t intend to turn this space into a mommy blog or a pregnancy play-by-play for the next six months. I hope to keep doing what I’ve been doing, though with more frequency and variety now that I’ve reached the glory days (a.k.a. second trimester).
I’ve been watching my friends have babies for some time now, and I’m sure I’ll soon do all the annoying things I never thought I would. Even now, I’m resisting the urge to include the best video I’ve ever seen — of our ultrasound and our baby’s first gymnastic feats of bopping up and down. Better than the Olympics, I tell you. But I know the grandparents share our enthusiasm, so you don’t need to.
We are truly thrilled to be entering this new season of life and receiving this incredible gift. It’s been fun sharing the news with family, friends, you — and the Internet. Now quick, tell me which foods got you through your pregnancy!