Entering the 2nd Trimester—Honeymoon Phase??

First Trimester was…a doozy. I felt great until around week 7-8. It probably helped that the first half I didn’t even know I was pregnant yet. Then came the nausea. Food hated me. I wish I could say it was the other way around, but all I wanted to do was eat. I just couldn’t. Thankfully, but also unfortunately, this started during my Christmas Break from work. All smells and textures were just a no go. OR I’d finally have a small craving for something, take one bite and immediately want to spit it out (and would). I am SO glad Steven is so patient and understanding. Poor thing was cooking food for us the way he normally does, and all of it was having to just be eaten by him because apparently all my baby wanted was a Turkey Sandwich. Bread toasted, a little Kewpie mayo, and just TWO slices of turkey—no more, no less. I can’t tell you why, but it made me the most satisfied. I know what they say about deli meats… but LISTERIA?? It’s two slices of turkey from deli meats we were eating regularly when I didn’t know I was pregnant and all of the times before that. I’m smart enough to not go to Costco or a ball game and ask for a hot dog, but I’m gonna eat my turkey sandwiches, sohelpmeeeeeee. Another thing I couldn’t do? Water. SO weird. It tasted like absolute hell to me. Liquid IV became my helpful hand to getting in my hydration. I didn’t start REALLY getting sick until I got back to work. Then it was an every morning thing, that lasted throughout the day. Nausea and upchuckin. The positive I took from these moments were, the longer this lasted, the more I knew I was continuing to have a healthy pregnancy. Around week 12 was when I started to feel slightly normal. I woke up one Sunday morning and ran to the Safeway down the street for a Dr. Pepper and hamburger buns. Immediately got back home and made bacon and egg breakfast sandwiches for Steven and I. This is the first time I was able to cook without gagging in WEEKS. The sandwich tasted like heaven; the Dr. Pepper felt like an elixir for life—I was back. Thus began the bacon obsession I am still currently in. I have to eat smaller meals more often, but it feels great to be able to eat things again. I can’t wait to see what the Third Trimester brings. Our next appointment is on Valentine’s Day and I’m looking so forward to seeing our little babe again. ❤️ A Word From Steven: I fully support the regular consumption of bacon and other breakfast meats.