Food Blues
By the time this gets posted, our little secret would have been revealed. Yup, after many years of waiting, Jon and I are finally having a baby.
As thrilling as this piece of news is, I have a confession to make. At the time of writing, I am really down on the pregnancy thing. Don't get me wrong. The baby thing is a real blessing. It's the side effects that's bothering me. I'm talking about losing my connection to food.
Morning sickness is torture. For someone like me who thinks about food all the time -- reading about it, buying it, cooking it, eating it -- the idea that this obsession now also turns my stomach is heartwrenching. I wake up nauseous. I spend the day in a constant state of nausea. I go to bed nauseous. If I think of food, it gets worse. Jon would suggest stuff that I used to enjoy and it would take every ounce of energy in me not to lose my beets. I would greedily sip a Buddhist vegetarian tofu soup one night and be ill of the thought of eating it again. It's terrible. Another example: There's a package of Godiva truffles that Jon bought to console me. He had to throw it in the fridge after two days because I have not yet touched it. The package still sits there today, two weeks later. It truly is beyond belief. Anyone who knows me would know that this is most out of character.
Pregnancy has altered my DNA. I've resorted to buying mild cheddar, for god's sake! I have a beautiful piece of Swiss emmenthal in the fridge that I can't eat!! This is so not me! But what can I do? I can only eat bland basic foods these days. My diet consists of toast, eggs, milk, bananas, yogourt, crackers, mild cheese, and peaches. Anything else makes me puke-y.
I'm hoping that the pregnancy books are all correct -- that the morning sickness abates in the second trimester. I'm crossing my fingers. I want my taste buds back to normal, please.
As thrilling as this piece of news is, I have a confession to make. At the time of writing, I am really down on the pregnancy thing. Don't get me wrong. The baby thing is a real blessing. It's the side effects that's bothering me. I'm talking about losing my connection to food.
Morning sickness is torture. For someone like me who thinks about food all the time -- reading about it, buying it, cooking it, eating it -- the idea that this obsession now also turns my stomach is heartwrenching. I wake up nauseous. I spend the day in a constant state of nausea. I go to bed nauseous. If I think of food, it gets worse. Jon would suggest stuff that I used to enjoy and it would take every ounce of energy in me not to lose my beets. I would greedily sip a Buddhist vegetarian tofu soup one night and be ill of the thought of eating it again. It's terrible. Another example: There's a package of Godiva truffles that Jon bought to console me. He had to throw it in the fridge after two days because I have not yet touched it. The package still sits there today, two weeks later. It truly is beyond belief. Anyone who knows me would know that this is most out of character.
Pregnancy has altered my DNA. I've resorted to buying mild cheddar, for god's sake! I have a beautiful piece of Swiss emmenthal in the fridge that I can't eat!! This is so not me! But what can I do? I can only eat bland basic foods these days. My diet consists of toast, eggs, milk, bananas, yogourt, crackers, mild cheese, and peaches. Anything else makes me puke-y.
I'm hoping that the pregnancy books are all correct -- that the morning sickness abates in the second trimester. I'm crossing my fingers. I want my taste buds back to normal, please.
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