Pregnancy Blog
I thought this might be a good place for me to document this pregnancy and all of the funky things that are going on with my body.
The most interesting symptom has been my food cravings and/or aversion. I've always had odd cravings--never really been a breakfast-food person, for instance. If I had eaten something really yummy for dinner the night before, I'd often wake up in the morning, craving the same thing (i.e. Niko Niko's delish roasted potatoes with Tzatziki sauce; fried pickles from Katz's Deli). So, when I found out I was pregnant, people always asked me the standard question: "Are you craving pickles and ice cream?" to which I'd answer, "Sure...but that's totally normal for me".
The oddest thing about my food cravings have been the intensity of them. For instance, when trying to decide what I'm hungry for, I mentally run through the checklist of possibilities. Instead of several choices sounding good, NOTHING sounds good--to the point of nausea at the thought. When I finally think of the one thing that doesn't make me sick, it's a situation where I have to have it--I mean HAVE TO HAVE IT. One night last week, I went through the mental litany: "Burrito? (gag) Salad? (intense gagging) Pizza? (maybe...frozen pizza? yuck, I must lay down now. Pizza Hut, thin-crust pizza with extra cheese and some breadsticks? BINGO!)" After it's established what I'm hungry for, then it's a quest to get said food as quickly as possible.
You can imagine my frustration over the weekend when the "chosen food" happened to be pasta salad. Already starving and on the brink of nausea, I set out on my quest for pasta salad. Ideally, I was hoping to find prepared pasta salad, to cut down on my wait time. That didn't happen, so I had to buy a pasta salad mix, which I knew would take at least 30 min to cook the pasta, mix the dressing and chill in the fridge. Luckily, I was able to last the duration and went on the consume the entire bowl of pasta salad (roughly 12 servings) in an 18 hour period.
My cravings hit an all-time high (or low, I guess) last week when the "chosen food" was a hamburger from Whataburger! I haven't eaten meat in 2 years, so you can imagine my surprise that a hamburger was my craving of choice. I decided to give in to temptation and got a Whataburger Jr meal. What I was craving as the mustard-y, pickly goodness that is Whataburger hamburgers. I had to call Kevin immediately to let him know that I was absolutely certain that it was his baby that I was carrying--due to the Whataburger craving. I told him that, "The force is strong in this one"...
The most interesting symptom has been my food cravings and/or aversion. I've always had odd cravings--never really been a breakfast-food person, for instance. If I had eaten something really yummy for dinner the night before, I'd often wake up in the morning, craving the same thing (i.e. Niko Niko's delish roasted potatoes with Tzatziki sauce; fried pickles from Katz's Deli). So, when I found out I was pregnant, people always asked me the standard question: "Are you craving pickles and ice cream?" to which I'd answer, "Sure...but that's totally normal for me".
The oddest thing about my food cravings have been the intensity of them. For instance, when trying to decide what I'm hungry for, I mentally run through the checklist of possibilities. Instead of several choices sounding good, NOTHING sounds good--to the point of nausea at the thought. When I finally think of the one thing that doesn't make me sick, it's a situation where I have to have it--I mean HAVE TO HAVE IT. One night last week, I went through the mental litany: "Burrito? (gag) Salad? (intense gagging) Pizza? (maybe...frozen pizza? yuck, I must lay down now. Pizza Hut, thin-crust pizza with extra cheese and some breadsticks? BINGO!)" After it's established what I'm hungry for, then it's a quest to get said food as quickly as possible.
You can imagine my frustration over the weekend when the "chosen food" happened to be pasta salad. Already starving and on the brink of nausea, I set out on my quest for pasta salad. Ideally, I was hoping to find prepared pasta salad, to cut down on my wait time. That didn't happen, so I had to buy a pasta salad mix, which I knew would take at least 30 min to cook the pasta, mix the dressing and chill in the fridge. Luckily, I was able to last the duration and went on the consume the entire bowl of pasta salad (roughly 12 servings) in an 18 hour period.
My cravings hit an all-time high (or low, I guess) last week when the "chosen food" was a hamburger from Whataburger! I haven't eaten meat in 2 years, so you can imagine my surprise that a hamburger was my craving of choice. I decided to give in to temptation and got a Whataburger Jr meal. What I was craving as the mustard-y, pickly goodness that is Whataburger hamburgers. I had to call Kevin immediately to let him know that I was absolutely certain that it was his baby that I was carrying--due to the Whataburger craving. I told him that, "The force is strong in this one"...
posted by Jenny | 8:08 AM
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