I get terrible food aversions when I’m pregnant. I don’t know if it goes hand in hand with hyperemesis or what, but it’s been a regular occurrence for each one.
Some are the same. Chicken – cooked or raw. Tortillas or anything with a “bready” smell to it. Raw vegetables for first tri. Cheerios. Some I don’t see coming and then BAM. I can’t bear the thought of eating it.
This pregnancy hasn’t been as bad with that. But before, oh wow. The twins’ was the worst. Ever. Everything was so awful with that pregnancy anyway – but food aversions were off the chart. I’d be so sick, laying on the couch wanting to die, and a meal or something needing to be cooked in the fridge that I’d seen earlier would pop in my head. And in between vomiting I’d try not to think about it but there it was. In all it’s disgustingly normal glory, taunting me.
One time I threw something perfectly good away because I couldn’t handle seeing it one more time when I opened the refrigerator. Seriously. I just took it outside and threw it in the trash bin.
I’m quite thankful I haven’t gotten to that level with this pregnancy. Still – there are things that suddenly I can’t eat. Maybe ever again.
The other night Sam deboned a chicken – one of those rotisserie ones you grab at the store. I couldn’t handle doing that but I was fairly sure I could eat it in a pasta sauce. So we chopped up the meat, threw it on the stove, and had it with sauce over noodles.
Bella found a small bone in hers. And she showed me it. It was all I could do to take it and put it in my napkin, and I just knew that was it.
I am seriously almost gagging writing this. I can’t handle mouth things – like a hair in your mouth or coughing on something and it takes me 15 minutes to get my vitamins down with excessive amounts of water. Just during pregnancy though.
I knew that bone was in my napkin. I kept thinking, “What if I find a bone? What if the next bite is a bone?”
So I slowly put my fork down, and Sam asked, “Whoa, are you ok?” I shook my head trying really hard not to think about the bone, hiding in the napkin, just being all gross – and it didn’t work.
I ran to the bathroom and puked. Then I gave him my dinner and never touched the leftovers since.
I can now add rotisserie chicken to my list of things I may not be able to eat again.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who has their weird food/texture issues when pregnant?
Also there are so many “That’s what she said” jokes just waiting to be yelled in this post. Bwahahahaha