Or at least I used to. This last few weeks? I keep thinking: "My poor family!" over and over again.
Last night Paul came home to see an empty stove top. I stood, holding three cans he couldn't see, and finally said: "Are Spaghetti O's okay?" And he looked... relieved. Because I'm pretty sure he'd been waiting for me to bag him to go out and get something off some fast food dollar menu somewhere, while I hid in the living room and tried not to breath in the smell.
Pregnancy hormones. They've destroyed my ability to cook well for over a month now.
I've been trying harder and harder, but my sense of taste is totally off. I prepared a big dinner two days ago and when Paul came in the kitchen I announced that it was a disaster. "I'm sorry! It tastes..." I lamented, "like chicken..." Paul looked at the stove, saw that it was chicken, and may have wondered to himself how much longer this insanity would last. "I can't get it to not taste like chicken."
See, the thing is, right now I hate chicken. And beef. Especially ground beef. I hate pork (even my beloved bacon!). I'd throw in lamb, but I'm allergic to lamb, so that's always on the list. And while I haven't tried it since pregnant, I'm pretty sure there's a good chance I'd hate turkey too. It's like I'm back in my vegetarian days, in a house full of carnivores (Sadie cheers for steak).
The night of the chicken incident, Paul jokingly said: "Let me taste it first and tell you if you get to say sorry." He tasted it and informed me that it was good and that I did not. Sadie confirmed the assessment and I picked around the chicken and ate rice.
I'm ready for the second trimester. I can almost see it in the future, filled with lovely foods, a mere two weeks away. I love food in the second trimester, I tell myself. At least I always have in the past.
Yesterday I was excited. I weighed myself and had gained 1 lb. Finally, I thought. I'm ready for the pregnancy weight gain to begin (maybe because I'm hoping it goes hand in hand with wanting to eat again. This morning that pound was gone (that's not fair! I ate those spagehetti o's!). I'm grateful I haven't gain 20 lbs in the first trimester this time (like I basically did with Mae Bae), but I'm also ready to cook and enjoy food again (although I am starting out 15 lbs ahead of where I started with the Bae, so I guess I'm just breaking even).
I really hope this is a first trimester thing this time around. I don't know how you ladies who have trouble eating all three trimesters do it. Either way I need to suck it up and start cooking. There's only so much frozen pizza my family can take!