Oh, what joy. To be hungry and have absolutely nothing seem edible. To not even be able to listen to your husband's ideas for dinner without feeling like you're going to hurl at the idea of food.
To eat as much as you can tolerate, only to find yourself hungry again 90 mins later with nothing else that sounds good anywhere near you to eat.
To see the greek yogurt you loved so much for the past two weeks in the bottom of the fridge and have to shove it back with your foot because the very sight of it is absolutely revolting. To timidly proceed with peeling a tangelo during a meeting at work only to eat two slices and decide that it tastes "funny." To waiver back and forth on every single food option presented to you.
Oy vey.
It's going to be a long 6 weeks. ;) But I'm really not complaining. After wanting something for so long, it's actually kind of fascinating to experience it. It's definitely not as "romantic" in actuality as it was in my imagination prior to getting pregnant.
To eat as much as you can tolerate, only to find yourself hungry again 90 mins later with nothing else that sounds good anywhere near you to eat.
To see the greek yogurt you loved so much for the past two weeks in the bottom of the fridge and have to shove it back with your foot because the very sight of it is absolutely revolting. To timidly proceed with peeling a tangelo during a meeting at work only to eat two slices and decide that it tastes "funny." To waiver back and forth on every single food option presented to you.
Oy vey.
It's going to be a long 6 weeks. ;) But I'm really not complaining. After wanting something for so long, it's actually kind of fascinating to experience it. It's definitely not as "romantic" in actuality as it was in my imagination prior to getting pregnant.
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