It cracks me up that the pregnancy tracker I downloaded for my iPod tracks the baby's growth in terms of food. Baby G is now the size of a blueberry. Next week, we're looking at a raspberry. I suppose for some people it makes the life inside them seem more tangible. It just makes me hungry.
It's a cruel and unusual joke for sure that the best way to keep the morning sickness away is to keep food in my stomach, but that absolutely nothing appeals to me right now. I am sick of snacking on pretzels. I can't even tolerate the smell of them any more. I munch on Triscuit Thin Crisps from time to time, but they're starting to leave a bad taste in my mouth. What am I to do when I have more aversions than cravings? EEK.
Speaking of cravings, they have been relatively few and tolerable so far. Last week I had one day where I would have sold my soul for a McDonald's sausage biscuit. But it was 1:00 in the afternoon. I forced myself to sit on my hands for a while before darting out to Sheetz for two of their sausage biscuits with cheese. Yum. Friday I decided to forgo my Healthy Choice lunch in favor of two slices from Nino's that Baby had to have. Totally worth it. Yesterday I took a short nap on the couch, and woke up with a need for sweet. Although Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream was the first thing that came to mind, we had none and had just been to the store. Damn. I managed to satisfy that one with some red grapes and apple slices instead.
So far so good for keeping things down, but I have a feeling this is not meant to last. It's getting harder and harder to keep the "oh no, here it comes" feeling away. Thankfully with a short work week this week, a full week next week, a short week the week of our anniversary, a full week after that and then a full 2 weeks off, I should be feeling better by the time we get back from our Christmas vacation. I keep telling myself that it's only a few more weeks, then I should be feeling better... only a few more weeks...