I’m a person who likes food. I’ve always appreciated a good snack, and consider chocolate to be one of my closest friends. These days, though, I spend almost as much time thinking about the contents of my stomach as the contents of my uterus.
As you know, there’s the cheese. Cheese, once delicious, has lost its status as a preferred food. Having discovered this unfortunate aversion, I’ve experimented a little to refine what it includes: Parmesan is fine in moderation, artificial cheese flavoring (including on mac and cheese from the box) is good, melted cheese is bad, Cheddar is terrible, melted Cheddar is the worst, pizza is acceptable (but only sometimes) if the cheese product is processed to the extent that it doesn’t smell or taste real. Not complicated at all.
Thankfully, at 8 weeks and 5 days, morning sickness has yet to come my way. Or, at least, it’s been confined to vague queasiness. This queasiness is most pronounced before meals, however, and largely dictates what is delicious and what is terrible. I have strong feelings about food. Strong, inconsistent feelings about food. It makes choosing lunch an adventure.
Sea finds the foods I crave hilarious: green vegetables, all the time. Broccoli, green beans, and asparagus are particularly delicious. Goldfish crackers, which I previously ate about once or twice a year have become a staple of my diet. I wonder now how I was previously so oblivious to the fact that they are pretty much the best food.
While– beyond the aforementioned categories– food often doesn’t sound delicious, I’m hungry all of the time. Sea also finds this pretty funny. I eat breakfast, get to work, and am hungry again. Half an hour after eating, I’ll unthinkingly say something about how hungry I am. I’m currently trying to wait patiently for dinner, while simultaneously considering a trip to the kitchen for some more Goldfish crackers. I carry snacks in my bag at all times.
Despite having heard a lot about pregnancy and food, I find my own body’s relationship to these things disconcerting. Commiserate with me here, blog friends. What were/are your cravings? What were/are your aversions? What food lurks/lurked at the bottom of your bag for urgent snacking needs?