Appetite

Right now, food and I are total frenemies.

I alternate between being completely famished and omg I will toss my cookies if I go near any food substance, and not much else in between.

When I’m hungry, I eat up all the good stuff I have stashed in the cupboards. When the hormones have me wretching, I can’t bear going to the store to get more food. Then I’m starving again, and I have to figure out what the heck to eat. Lather, rinse, repeat, for the past 2 weeks.

My morning sickness with Bowie was, though I didn’t know it back then, a COMPLETE WALK IN THE PARK. I felt queasy when I woke up, so I kept saltines next to the bed. I ate 2 or three of them, waited a few minutes, and went about my day. I was a little queasy until lunch time, but the mere thought of lunch didn’t make me want to throw up my saltines.

This time around, I am queasy when I wake up. Then my stomach decides that a small, bland breakfast would be ok. Then I’m queasy through lunch. In the afternoon, I’m so hungry I fear my stomach will eat itself. Then I’m queasy through dinner, but starving just in time to make the attempt to fall asleep. And “queasy” this time around is a lot more than my “queasy” of days past.

I’ve had a lot of people tell me that means I’m having a girl. I guess the tale is that morning sickness isn’t that bad with boys, but with girls, you better hold on tight to that toilet, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

So, we’ll see if that is true. In the meantime, I sure hope this goes away during the second trimester like all the books promise.

One thing that is still like last time, when I am actually really, really hungry, this is ALL I WANT, NOM NOM.