I woke up Saturday morning and immediately felt, well, absolutely miserable. I was already hungry, which is normal for every moment of my life these days, and again, just like normal, this also meant I was overcome by gut-wrenching nausea.
By the way? Sick of it. Just. Foh-reakin. Sick of it.
However, there's also a super-bright side to my 6 1/2 straight weeks of feeling like I have the flu every dang day of my life: FOOD.
Unlike normal sick, where you feel relegated to ginger ale and saltines, pregnancy sick seems to require incredibly specific, obscure, and occasionally elaborate meal-fixes. Basically, I eat the right thing, I feel better. I eat the slightly WRONG thing (like tacos. As good as they smell, they make the baby just so, so very angry), I'm left with violent stomach cramps. Really, it's sort of like an adventure. And when I win, oh boy do I ever win. I am not joking. I ate a club sandwich at Chili's last night that just about blew my ever-loving mind. They should seriously win some kind of award for that sandwich.
One food side effect of pregnancy is the desire, not just to eat, but to bake. Apparently child numero dos is superduper picky about his/her food sources, and prefers fresh baked to prepackaged pastries. All of a sudden things from packages taste a little more like the package than the food it's supposed to contain. In other words, this kid has already locked me into the kitchen.
So all of these things are the reason why you find me here tonight, baking pumpkin bread that smells so good, I'm nearly brought to tears. Again, not joking. It's getting hard to read my typing and watch the majestic glory that is Empire, through the mistiness of my eyes. Oh man. If that bread tastes even half as good as it smells, I think I might have to do a jig.
And for my Jerry Springer moment, life is full of trade offs. This past month and a half, I've traded my ability to ever feel healthy and normal, and gained a zest for food stuffs that I have never, ever before even imagined. Something to think about. Hope all of your trade offs bring you crazy dance-producing joy today!