As, I enter week 13, the morning sickness has finally began to settle. That annoying queasy feeling only visits about 2 or 3 times a week. I can finally eat like a normal person, and boy have I. Can I just say, food is so amazing. I love, love, love food. I'm so happy I don't feel like I'm constantly going to hurl. I've always had a love affair with tasty treats, I'm just so please that food and I have finally made up and we're BFF's again.
Just the other day at work, I had lunch delivered, a Chicago Style hot dog ( a hot dog with spicy mustard, neon green relish, pickle, Roma tomato, and 2 hot peppers, delicious, I know). After I ate it, I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. That hot dog blew my mind. I couldn't stop talking about it. Hours later, my favorite topic was that hot dog, I'm pretty sure I seen someone roll their eyes, but I knew they were just jealous they only had a lame Lean Cuisine. I texted Andrew about the hot dog 3 times, literally. It was so amazing, I wanted, no, needed another one. So on my way home, I went 20mins out of the way to get a couple for me, I mean Andrew and I. After he ate his I was staring intently to see his reaction, but all I got was, "Yeah, I guess its pretty good." Pretty good? Pretty Good!?! I was speechless. That hot dog changed my life and all he could say was pretty good?! He just doesn't have the developed taste palette that I do, obviously.
After my little hot dog meltdown, Andrew mentioned that the girls he worked with thought my text about that luscious hot dog were funny. One of the girls, a mother of 3, mentioned that once you're past the morning sickness phase, food is absolutely delicious, orgasmic even. That made me smile, but this hot dog situation has nothing to do with me being pregnant. True, I've never went on and on about a hot dog before. True, I've never gone out and bought my husband food just so I'd have an excuse to get a second serving of something in the same day. But no, this was totally not a pregnancy thing.
However, I bought a sour cream doughnut and I ate just a little nibble of it. As soon as that sweet glaze touched my tongue and the flesh of the doughnut melted in my mouth, I made an audible moan. I immediately begun to think, "this is the best...." And then it hit me, this has to be the pregnancy talking. When I thought about it, for that past few days, almost everything I've eaten has been "the best I've ever had." No, no, no, this can't be happening to me. I can't fall under the seductive, delicious control of food. I now understand how women gain 40lbs with their 1st pregnancy. Food, almost, lulls you into a compliant trance. I weight myself Friday and I put on 2lbs!!! I've been trying to eat my fruits and veggies and now I'm back to my normal, healthy preggo weight. I will not let food control me....except between Friday and Sunday, and the occasional Thursday. Muumuu, here I come!
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