Is there anything better than a piece of toast with butter and Apple Butter smeared all over? Yes! Two pieces of toast with butter and Apple Butter smeared all over... oh yeah...
I have really started to appreciate what my stomach will accept and what it won't. I can't stomach a whole lot of sweets (good thing) or a whole lot of milk (sad thing). I am constantly bemused by what I think I want and the moment I take a bite: Whoa! This is disgusting!
I have been confused by my stomach several times, thinking it is telling me "you're hungry" when really it's telling me "Stop! I can't take anymore.. where are the Tums!?!" Boy, does it make me pay when I do that. I wish I could just NOT eat and feel fine. No hope for that, unfortunately.
I am amazed at how just a passing thought can make me feel sick... (Fish oil pills) I am also amazed at how much tripe (sometimes literally) I can watch on TV and NOT feel sick... (I recently found out what tripe is...I can't believe people eat it.. sick!)
I am looking forward to the day that I wake up and don't feel like worshiping the porcelain deity. If this pregnancy is anything like the first.. it might be another month.. here's hoping for an early reprieve.
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It wasn't so much my eating habits while I was pregnant that caused me problems, it was all the crazy smells that made me want to lose my lunch. . . I had to breathe through my mouth my entire pregnancy. . .RAW MEAT!!! Bluurrpp!
Ah yes...the porcelain deity...I too have worshiped that mighty god. Another reason NEVER to get pregnant EVER AGAIN! Bananas were my problem being pregnant. It took a good year for me to eat them after I had Joshua. They were THAT disturbing. That and kiwi, but I got over that one sooner.
I wish I had some apple butter...
Hopefully you get that reprieve!
I may need to make an emergency trip to the store to buy some apple butter!! I already have the peanut butter . . .
Every pregnancy is a bit different, so be optimistic!!
word verification (I kid you not!): mater (latin for mother)
Mom is right. Each pregancy is different. I could all the carbs I wanted with the first and couldn't eat anything with my second.
Aislyn was my fruit baby and Allisa was my meat baby.
Go figure! Pizza was a killer. I still can't eat pizza.
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