If you look at my menu planning board, it's still the plan I wrote in early June. A handful of meals have been crossed off. At some point around my 7th or 8th week, I was lying on the couch around 4pm, feeling miserable, and then tried to think of what I would make B and myself for dinner. I cried. I had no desire to cook, and I felt like a terrible wife because I couldn't even do my one daily task. I eventually sent B to the store for a bag of frozen chicken nuggets.
I choked down the nuggets much in the way I ate when I was a kid. I knew I had to it to get some protein into my body, but I certainly didn't really enjoy it. I used to be able to fight through a bit of hunger and then enjoy a decent-sized meal to sate me. Yeah, not any more. The more hungry I am, the more it hurts to eat. That means that I'm basically eating every 1-2 hours now. I eat about a fourth of my dinner, but B is still expecting a big meal like before. There have been other nights when I peer into the messy fridge looking for a dinner idea, just to end up in tears all over again. Good thing I never really loved cooking to begin with.
|Apparently the new MyPlate hasn't been update for pregnancy, so here's a pyramid|
I loved it when my parents came to visit over the 4th of July weekend. Mommy sure took good care of me! We had leftovers for a week, and I didn't have to worry about this cooking nonsense. To the women who are pregnant with their second child and beyond, I bow down. I have no idea how I'm gonna do this while also being responsible for another child's nutrition.
Now that I'm out of the first trimester, it's getting better. I promised B I'd have a menu plan by the time he got home. It has four meals on it so far . . . we'll probably end up eating spaghetti for an entire week again. But, as most women would hopefully say, I still wouldn't trade it for anything. And thank God for Instant Breakfast, a true lifesaver.