The excitement of the pregnancy almost keeps your mind off of how miserable you are feeling at the beginning. Please note, I said, “almost”.
I only got really sick once. Needless to say, I learned that cheese and a smoothie would not settle well in my pregnant belly. I needed carbs at all times. I certainly wasn’t sick all the time, but I had no energy and had a love-hate relationship with food. I loved it when I needed something to keep my stomach from being upset. I never left home without crackers (usually cheese-its), granola bars (a girl’s gotta try to be healthy), and a ginger ale. I also noticed that I did have certain desires (I refuse to call them cravings) to eat random foods such as fig newtons, doughnuts, and McDonald’s hamburgers.
The hate half of my relationship with food arose when a meal was not instantly available. The waves of hunger would hit me out of nowhere and I knew that I had a limited window of time to eat or else I would become like the characters in the Snickers commercials or I would be curled up in the fetal position. So I began to keep a number of other snacks on hand, such as Leggo waffles, tortilla chips and salsa, and pita chips and hummus.
One evening, Doug took pity on my eating woes and prepared a wonderful pot pie from scratch (be very jealous…my husband can cook!). The smell filled the apartment with warmth and anticipation as I was dying to eat it. We sat down at our table and Doug served me a piping hot portion and I dove right in. It was delicious! After a few more bites, I began to notice the strong flavor of buttermilk. By the fifth bite, I knew that I had eaten enough. How was I going to tell my sweet husband that his labor of love was making my stomach turn? I politely thanked him for his efforts and gave him a kiss on the cheek as I pulled out a Lego waffle from the freezer. Thank goodness for his love and support through those rough weeks.
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