***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING BLOG IS ABOUT ME GETTING SICK & THROWING-UP***
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
This whole pregnancy thing has really thrown me. None of my friends ever told me any of the crazy things I am feeling. Well, I probably wouldn't have believed them anyways. I'm trying to be more verbal with whats going on to Jimmy too. Like last night I was trying to describe to him why my eating is such an event the last three weeks. He gets that some food are more appealing than others like carbs, cheese, fruit etc. and that sometimes I can tell by the smell if it's a "safe" food or not. But we had a talk last night about what I call the "flipping the switch". Last night Jimmy made carnitas and he wanted to know how I wanted them served. I said a carnitas quesadilla sounded good. He made me a beautiful quesadilla and even tried to whip up a homemade taco sauce for it (which didn't turn out well but I appreciate the effort). I got down to the last three bites of the quesadilla when the switch flipped and had to put it down. I had this overwhelming feeling that if I swallowed even one more bite that the food was going to come up. Unfortunately, this had become routine with my eating. I think it was last week that we were at McDonalds when while I was eating my ten piece nuggets that #6 gave me the same feeling. Jimmy saw my face and offered me the paper bag. I just had to get that nugget out of my mouth because if I swallowed it I would risk it and everything else to come back. About three weeks ago I made the mistake of not listening to this feeling. I made myself a bowl of chili which I thought would be good with the beans and meat, lots of protein. I didn't listen to myself and ate more than I should have. Jimmy and I then went to the grocery store shortly afterwards and we weren't in the store for 15 mins when I had a bad feeling. I was trying to overcome and fight the nausea. But Jimmy saw differently and grabbed a produce bag (we were in the produce section) led me to a corner of the store behind a bread rack and a trash can and told me when there was no one around. I'll stop right there and spare you the gory details, but I think Jimmy got me a second bag at one point. He even pulled some papertowels from a display nearby ripped open the package so I could clean myself up. He's been really suppotive of everything and a real sweetheart.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
This whole pregnancy thing has really thrown me. None of my friends ever told me any of the crazy things I am feeling. Well, I probably wouldn't have believed them anyways. I'm trying to be more verbal with whats going on to Jimmy too. Like last night I was trying to describe to him why my eating is such an event the last three weeks. He gets that some food are more appealing than others like carbs, cheese, fruit etc. and that sometimes I can tell by the smell if it's a "safe" food or not. But we had a talk last night about what I call the "flipping the switch". Last night Jimmy made carnitas and he wanted to know how I wanted them served. I said a carnitas quesadilla sounded good. He made me a beautiful quesadilla and even tried to whip up a homemade taco sauce for it (which didn't turn out well but I appreciate the effort). I got down to the last three bites of the quesadilla when the switch flipped and had to put it down. I had this overwhelming feeling that if I swallowed even one more bite that the food was going to come up. Unfortunately, this had become routine with my eating. I think it was last week that we were at McDonalds when while I was eating my ten piece nuggets that #6 gave me the same feeling. Jimmy saw my face and offered me the paper bag. I just had to get that nugget out of my mouth because if I swallowed it I would risk it and everything else to come back. About three weeks ago I made the mistake of not listening to this feeling. I made myself a bowl of chili which I thought would be good with the beans and meat, lots of protein. I didn't listen to myself and ate more than I should have. Jimmy and I then went to the grocery store shortly afterwards and we weren't in the store for 15 mins when I had a bad feeling. I was trying to overcome and fight the nausea. But Jimmy saw differently and grabbed a produce bag (we were in the produce section) led me to a corner of the store behind a bread rack and a trash can and told me when there was no one around. I'll stop right there and spare you the gory details, but I think Jimmy got me a second bag at one point. He even pulled some papertowels from a display nearby ripped open the package so I could clean myself up. He's been really suppotive of everything and a real sweetheart.
I am so sorry you are having such a rough time! I swear it's all worth it, as hard as that may be to believe right now!
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