Everything I read says that pregnant women eat tons of food. That they are hungry a lot and that aside from a couple things that might make them sick they will eat almost anything. This has NOT been my experience.

It is almost lunch time, and I’m dreading it. I’m hungry, but nothing at all sounds good. I’ve been making myself eat breakfast each day, and I’ve been trying to find things that sound good for lunch, but it’s a struggle. First of all, what sounds fine in the morning might not sound fine by lunch time. And if I want to go out for lunch, the immediate choices are pretty limited. There are a couple greek style restaurants, a few sandwhich shops an Indian restaurant and one Chinese place (OK, so now it sounds like there’s a lot to choose from). But none of that sounds good, or if it does I’m not supposed to eat it. For instance, a Narmer from Erberts & Gerberts used to be my favorite “eating lunch out” go-to meal. And it doesn’t sound totally repulsive right now, which is a big plus over most other stuff. But it’s got lunch meat on it. And sprouts. Both of which I’m not supposed to have. And PROBABLY the baby and I would both be fine. But what if we weren’t? What if I got listeriosis or e-coli? The chances are very low, but they are there. And I feel like pregnancy is making me worry a lot more about this kind of stuff, and I don’t know if it’s rational or not (I am not normally a worrier over these kinds of things). My doctor did mention the don’t eat lunch meat thing, but I didn’t ask her if that meant never or only rarely or what.

Ugh. I think I’ll just get the darn sandwich without sprouts (although I LOVE sprouts – or at least I think I do…who knows any more). This is all too stressful. Which is just silly. There are much more important things to stress over if I’m going to be stressed, I know. It’s just that it’s extremely frustrating to go from being someone who likes most foods to being someone who doesn’t want to eat ANYTHING that is available. I don’t like being so picky. And actually, even if it was being “picky” it would be better – at least then there would be stuff that I did want to eat.

Whine, whine, whine. I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try to come back later with a cheerier post. My 10-year reunion is this weekend, and we are going to the demolition derby at the fair on Friday. I’m super-excited for all of that (and at the moment fair food actually sounds kind of good, so maybe I’ll get to eat something this weekend!). I’ll try to get some photos, but I’ll probably be too busy gabbing with people I never see, so no promises!