Granted, I've come a long way from my full-blown
And while we're on the subject, let me take a moment to say that I have nothing but the utmost respect for the women who battle that horrible feeling for the duration of their first trimester. Frankly, after experiencing it for two solid weeks, I questioned how the human race has thrived, let alone survived for all these centuries. I mean why would any woman voluntarily go through that more than once? Where even catching a hint of a coworker's perfume can force you to reach for the trash can under your desk.
Thankfully, those days seem to be behind me, but I'm also a long way from my "normal" pre-pregnancy appetite. Or what was normal to me, anyway. You know, mowing down dill pickle spears like a wood chipper.
Now my food intake is much more delicate. I have to pay attention to my gut -- literally. If I'm iffy on even the idea of a particular food, I need to stay away from it. And, strangely, things I used to love, now I can't even stomach the idea of, let alone actually put a forkful of it near my mouth. Other things I couldn't tolerate have become completely palatable.
Take ice cream, for example. If there ever was a food I could live on if it actually had somewhat decent nutritional content, ice cream would've been it. Now? Can't touch the stuff. The thought of that, ugh ... I can't even think about it. Don't make me.
But salsa? Forget about it, the hotter the better. Before I would dip a teensie corner of my tortilla chip into the most mild of sauces. Now the chip is merely a vehicle to get piles of the hottest stuff into my mouth. And I don't even flinch.
Our grocery list has changed, too. These days it has bagels and cream cheese on it. Why? No clue. Haven't wanted a bagel in years. Now I need one. Every morning. Before my cereal. And my afternoon snack. Then lunch. Then my nap.
I don't know if I have cravings, per se, but I do know that once I get an idea in my head about what I want, be it gnocchi with piles of chunky tomato sauce, a cheese enchilada from my favorite Mexican restaurant or a strawberry fruit smoothie, I will not stop thinking about that thing until I have it. Okay, yeah, they're cravings.
And when I finally have that food? Finally taste that deliciously satisfying first bite? It's like I'm experiencing the perks of having taste buds for the first time ever. It is so good that it's not unusual for me to reenact the diner scene from "When Harry Met Sally." Only I'm really enjoying my meal that much. Those enchiladas taste THAT GOOD.
But it's a delicate situation. I know the precise moment the craving has been satiated. When I feel like I've had enough, I honestly can't take another bite. If I do, the meal that had me nearly groaning in pleasure just moments earlier could find its way fighting to re-emerge. It's so on and off that sometimes I have to physically cover the food with a napkin so I can't see it. Other times I actually have to get up and walk away. I'll clean the kitchen later when I can stomach the sight of scraping the rest of my bagel down the garbage disposal.
At the very least, this new experience with food makes for quite a daily adventure. Sometimes I can spend an hour making an entire meal and not want to eat it. Other times I'm running to the grocery store in the middle of the afternoon for ground beef because nothing in our overstuffed refrigerator looks ingestible. Which also requires sending Jerry to get a new propane tank even though it's 30 degrees outside because I want a burger. From the grill. Today. Right now. With two slices of Velveeta. TWO.
I wonder what awaits me today.