Meal planning, the poo
Well, I used to plan my meals. But since I’ve been with child, any desire to eat has gone out the window. Although I never thought I’d ever say this, I actually can understand what people who “forget to eat” go through.
It started with the morning sickness. For almost four straight months, the thought of food repulsed me. Any food except pineapple.
(Blessed, blessed pineapple. )
James had to make do with frozen pizzas and Chinese delivery for months while I lay on the bed alternately groaning and sleeping.
However, since the morning sickness has abated, I’ve developed a curious attitude toward food. I neither love nor loathe it. It’s there, it’s something that other people are passionate about preparing and consuming, but me? I’d rather go catch up on email. This is a strange turn.
Used to be that thinking about food consumed 80% of my free time. Lists of foods I wanted to make, lists of groceries, lists of foods for the week, lists of foods in season, all littered the house along with recipe printouts and piles of open cookbooks.
Now?
Grocery shopping happens when the cupboards are completely bare.
List making happens when I realize I don’t know what’s in the freezer.
I haven’t opened cookbooks since Christmas.
Pregnant and non pregnant women the world over will want to kick my behind for the following sentence — hell, I want to kick my own ass — at 5 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight, I continue to get scolded at each visit.
Dear eating, where did all the joy go? I miss it.
Additional strange pregnancy symptoms:
a. Preoccupation with shoes. Online, I shoe shop every day. Mind you, I don’t buy, but I have wish lists and shopping lists and shopping carts filled with high heels and slides and strappy awesome foot coverings.
I have never liked shoes before. Especially shoes that aren’t kicky sneakers.
b. Preoccupation with football. Despite growing up in Packers country, I’ve never really cared much about the game. Since pregnancy? I can’t get enough. Game day on Sunday, the Superbowl, all of it… I’m on web sites and I can keep up with banter and and and, I care passionately about football.
My passion for food will return, I know it. It’s just some strange biochemical protective strategy my hormones have cooked up in the presence of a fetus. The other two? Time, and my wallet will tell.
Tags: 20 weeks pregnant, Meal Planning, not interested in food
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see, if you’d said you only had an interest in junk food AND football I’d make the silly guess that you’re growing a boy. but the shoe thing throws me. eh. regardless, love the belly update.
omigod, me too. i am 19 weeks with twins and still barfing and i used to looove planning meals, trying new recipes, picking new restaurants… but now… i find i want very very simple things.. like ice cream (especially mango sorbet), bananas, and i could probably eat a piece of bread and some sort of pasteurized hard cheese, preferably melted, for every meal. i have grown so indifferent! on a side note, i also went to my first pregnancy yoga course yesterday.. which totally freaked me out. it was like being on a planet of pregnant women. and the words “birthing position” completely destroyed any sense of serenity the instructor was trying to establish. for me anyway.
I can relate. I actually lost weight, in a net sense, during my pregnancy, between pregnancy sickness the first trimester and gestational diabetes the rest of the time = follow the diabetic diet.
I gained a total of 5 lbs while pregnant but shortly after delivering, lost about 25 in a hurry (fluid weight mostly). Easiest diet I’ve ever been on! You’ll be OK. And so will your baby. Your body tells you what to do. Trust it.
I know a bunch of pregnant women are reading this and thinking, “BITCH!” while they drink caramel syryp from the jar.
Shoe shopping and football? Talk about battling hormones/gender stereotypes…
You’re absolutely glowing, hot mama!
As long as your doctor says everything is fine, it is.
With my first, I gained 30 pounds and he weighed only 4lbs.13oz. With the second, I gained 17 pounds and that one came out at 7lbs3. I used to go to the Hostess outlet store to stock up and pig out on DingDongs, and have fries and milkshakes and double cheese bacon burgers when we went out, trying to gain weight. My friends hated me.
You look lovely. And how about the hair thing? You’ve gotta love that.
Despite my normal girth at the time of my pregnancy, I lost 12 pounds in my first 4 months. Blah to food. Lots of people don’t gain a lot of weight. Doctors just get all up in your grill (i am so ghetto). And hey, no blogroll link love for me? so sad.
It’s like you’re harboring both the quintessential girl AND boy baby. Next you’ll be subscribing to Playboy while fighting the urge to wear a princess tiara.
(You’re gorgeous!)
Erin lost like 30 pounds during the first half or so of her pregnancy. It went more or less exactly like you’re describing, except without the football. So I’m thinking you’re fine, except there’s a chance that in about 2 1/2 years your sweet tiny baby will turn into a relentless little turd who shrieks at the top of his lungs when you attempt to wash his hair, change his diaper, or request he wear socks, mittens, a jacket, a hat, or occasionally pants.