Be Careful What You Wish For

The prayers worked... the nausea and all my other symptoms are back. So, awash in relief, I'm happy in my misery again. Confident the little grape is now growing bigger.

It's funny the stereotypes that come with pregnancy. Like the morning sickness being only in the morning. Of course all the parents I work with know that's not true, but the person I share an office with (who's already irritating for his very old-fashioned, somewhat chauvanistic way of thinking) is not a parent and therefor full of stereotypical questions. He (and many others) keep asking if I crave pickles and ice cream yet. Like every pregnant woman wants pickles. I don't yet know one pregnant woman (at least as far as I remember) who did. My mother wanted banana popsicles and my mother-in-law wanted corn-beef hash. I myself don't actually CRAVE anything yet. There are certain foods I want more than others, but it's merely because they don't make me consider spending the rest of the day hugging the porcelain god. Right now the foods that sound good are banana bread and cream of wheat. That's about it. And I do have my good days where I can eat all kinds of food. But on the bad days... it's banana bread and cream of wheat.

The smell thing is really weird. EVERYTHING smells different... and usually worse. It's unfortunate because, as Jenny McCarthy pointed out in her pregnancy book Belly Laughs, it's usually while you're not showing. So everyone in the super market thinks you're some kind of bulemic or something as you go gagging your way down the aisles. The other day at work was the worst. Not only had someone not cleaned out the dish they had had tuna salad in, but on top of that someone had just popped popcorn. I think even if you're not pregnant that might be a nauseating combo... for me it was unbearable. Of course my boss walks around the corner as I'm wrapping my scarf around my nose just so I can stay in there long enough to make myself some cream of wheat. I looked like a bandit standing in front of a microwave.

Ah... isn't this a good time.