Let me tell ya something – I LOVE FOOD. I am a fat kid at heart, and I am not picky. Well that was until I got pregnant.
Thank goodness we went on the cruise before we got pregnant. While on the cruise I ate approximately 3000 calories a day if not more. Every day I would have a burger (or 3) from Guy’s Burger Joint. These are hands down the best I have ever had except for In-N-Out. Then for dinner I would have what you normally can’t get or that you may be too afraid to try, and it would end up being about 5 plates of food. That was the last of the “real” food for awhile.
May started out normal. Well minus the fact that I wanted grilled onions. It was about a 3 week phase I went through. We ended up going to watch the Vanderbilt baseball team play MTSU one night, and they had a stand that was grilling sausage and hot dogs. You could also get them loaded with peppers and onions. I was salivating over the smell of the onions, so I had to get me some. When I got back to my seat with just grilled onions the people around us wanted to know what I had because it smelled so good. Those good people were gracious enough not to judge me, and my pregnant cravings at that moment.
Then comes June and July. These months were full of surprises in the food realm. I only wanted to eat xtra cheddar goldfish, shredded cheese on tortillas, fries, and plain cheeseburgers. The thought of eating anything else made me sick. I also couldn’t handle the smell of food. Which meant that I didn’t cook food anymore. We ate out all the time, and by we I just mean Dustin. The good news about not eating at the house meant we didn’t have any dishes to do, but if we did that was out of the question for me as well.
Thank goodness I am off of that terrible diet. I am starting to add a little more food to my list of things to eat. Steak is still not on that list of things that I like, but I am hoping that it will come back before too long. I can’t complain because I didn’t really have morning sickness, or any other hard times that other people have talked about having. The only time I would get it would be in the evenings, and 90% of that happened when I needed to make a stop on the way home. I have an hour plus commute home in the evenings, and I guess my body didn’t like that I was not getting home in a timely manner. Pregnancy truly is a journey, and those journeys are not all the same.