Pregnancy makes me weird.

So, I’ve noticed a trend of strangeness in myself as of late, and I assume it is due to the fact that I am expecting. For one, foods I normally love often seem completely disgusting to me. A couple of times, I have gone hungry rather than eating what we have because what we have seems completely unappealing. Yesterday is one example of this strange phenomenon. It was lunchtime, so I heated up some food for my dear husband and then spent the next three hours, among other things, trying to decide what I could stomach. I settled on a fried egg & refried beans at about 4:30. Strange? Yes.

This morning, I came up to the kitchen to brew Ben some coffee. I headed to the sink to wash his thermos and immediately began gagging when I saw the bowl that had the refried beans in it. I have not actually thrown up yet during this pregnancy, but after gagging about 5 times over the bowl of beans that was left to soak, I thought it was a serious possibility. Thankfully, my husband is quite sweet and took care of the bowl for me while I gathered my composure.

Another food item I have been quite averse to is salad. Normally, I really enjoy salad and eat it quite frequently. Not this week. I bought a bag of salad when I went grocery shopping on Tuesday. Wednesday, I went to open it and serve myself some at dinner, and the smell (who would have known lettuce has such a strong smell?!) made me decide I definitely was not going to eat salad. So, the bag sits in our fridge unused. It’s a shame…about $3.00 worth of salad. Ah, well…

So, last night we had dinner with Mom & Dad and my mom served steaks, potatoes, and salad. I served myself a big pile of salad, and then decided there was no way I could stomach that much, so I a lot of it to Ben, who had yet to serve himself any. It’s a good thing I did, because I barely choked down the four bites I had. On the other hand, the steak was amazing. Don’t get me wrong; I usually enjoy a steak, but I don’t usually just ooooh and aaaah over your typical $3.99/lb sirloins from Publix, but I sure did last night. I even had seconds (yours truly, who has hardly been eating this week had a steak & a half…in my defense, they weren’t very big). And the potato…whoosh. It was amazing too. Due to food sensitivities, I didn’t eat a whole one; I just had a few bites of my mom’s, but it was simply amazing. And it was just a potato.

So, being pregnant makes me weird. But, that’s fine. It’s definitely worth it. I am already completely in love with this little baby, and utterly in awe of the amazing work God is doing right inside my own body. I’m sure strange side effects are nothing compared to the joy of holding this little one in my arms in just 7 months.

Today, my husband & I are going out of town for a funeral; it will be interesting to see how I react to the foods I’m served while we’re gone. Favorably, I hope. Otherwise, we might have to make a secret trip to the grocery store to buy whatever I feel like I can stomach at the given time. :)

And then there are the strange pregnancy hormones (just ask Ben), but I guess we’ll save that for another post…