I don't throw up when I'm pregnant. (OK, except for the one time I was foolish enough to go on a Ferris wheel with Audrey when I was pregnant with Aislinn, but I'm not sure that counts). I don't even ever really *wish* I could throw up, because what I feel is not the same as nausea. It's more like when you've eaten way too much at a picnic on a really hot day, but you still have half a piece of the richest chocolate pie on your plate, and you hate to waste it, but you can't bear to eat it. That's how I usually feel in early pregnancy.
I guess I should be thankful that I don't have to keep within a safe distance of a toilet, but the truth is it can be miserable even feeling like this. Usually, if I think hard enough, I can think of some food I can eat that will make the icky feeling go away for a while. The trouble is when I don't actually have immediate access to that food (one pregnancy it was Skyline Chili), or worse, if I can't think of a single thing that sounds good.
Most mid-mornings this time around, when it first starts to hit me after breakfast, a piece of toast with chicken salad, folded over into a half sandwich, has been divine. But I'm trying not to get too attached to the chicken salad, because I know my cravings can just as easily turn into aversions. The pregnancy I wanted Skyline Chili? I stocked up on the frozen stuff, but a week later I couldn't stand it. This time, edamame was the friend-turned-enemy, and Leo bought three frozen bags of the stuff before I could warn him DON'T BUY TOO MUCH! So far I've been fairly good about not eating too much junk, simply by not keeping it in the house, but I fear that before too long it will be junk that I'm craving, and then I'll have to figure out if I can endure another month or so of feeling icky, or if I'm up for gaining 60 pounds this pregnancy.
And unfortunately, the junk food craving never turns into an aversion.
I guess I should be thankful that I don't have to keep within a safe distance of a toilet, but the truth is it can be miserable even feeling like this. Usually, if I think hard enough, I can think of some food I can eat that will make the icky feeling go away for a while. The trouble is when I don't actually have immediate access to that food (one pregnancy it was Skyline Chili), or worse, if I can't think of a single thing that sounds good.
Most mid-mornings this time around, when it first starts to hit me after breakfast, a piece of toast with chicken salad, folded over into a half sandwich, has been divine. But I'm trying not to get too attached to the chicken salad, because I know my cravings can just as easily turn into aversions. The pregnancy I wanted Skyline Chili? I stocked up on the frozen stuff, but a week later I couldn't stand it. This time, edamame was the friend-turned-enemy, and Leo bought three frozen bags of the stuff before I could warn him DON'T BUY TOO MUCH! So far I've been fairly good about not eating too much junk, simply by not keeping it in the house, but I fear that before too long it will be junk that I'm craving, and then I'll have to figure out if I can endure another month or so of feeling icky, or if I'm up for gaining 60 pounds this pregnancy.
And unfortunately, the junk food craving never turns into an aversion.
posted by Andrea | 9:40 PM
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As a die-hard pregnancy puker, I can say (now that the puking is finally past) that the lingering nausea is much worse than actually throwing up, as long as something is in your stomach when you're throwing up. The lingering nausea, though... you can't stand even the thought of food and nothing sounds good and you are hungry but everything is nasty and you know it would help... Yeah. That nausea really bites. And puking? In truth, you do it and are usually done. Feel like a turd, but you're done.
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