(Written October 2009)
If I get up before 8 am, I have to puke at least once. Good luck trying to eat anything before 9 am.
The first thing I cooked in three weeks was bacon. Nitrate and nitrite free bacon, courtesy of my dear dad.
My food aversion has manifest as “anything that you cooked.” If Ben makes it or I buy it ready made, I seem to do better.
Surprisingly, peanuts are my go-to snack for keeping fueled during the day. And suddenly orange juice is delicious. And pickles. I had a Jimmy John’s pickle and wanted to marry it.
My friend Janelle fell in love with pickles at about the same time in her first pregnancy. There were days when she just drank the brine straight.
(Then again, if it's Tru brine you're drinking, I understand.)
this post is hilarious.