As readers of my personal blog already know, the whole food budget thing recently got a bit more complicated over here. Remember when I said I had a very good reason for going over budget the other week? Well…
Okay, so it's super blurry. But who really looks all that closely at other people's ultrasounds, anyway?
I’m ten weeks pregnant. Starting about week five, I had really bad 24-hour “morning” sickness. I couldn’t even think about food without getting terribly nauseous, so I couldn’t handle meal-planning. Hell–I couldn’t even go into the kitchen or open the fridge. I couldn’t look at the garden at all without gagging. Yep–the height of the growing season, and I couldn’t stand the sight of vegetables. (Especially one in particular, which is now known around our house as The Vegetable of Mordor.* Now you know why my hatred was so very strong. No food aversion is as mighty as a pregnancy food aversion.)
I couldn’t cook, and I couldn’t bake, and I couldn’t stomach food from the garden. Billy was a trooper and took over the cooking whenever he could, but there were plenty of burritos consumed, and he almost never had a lunch to bring to work. Emily and Adam used our hiatus to indulge a bit. We used ours to just get through the first-trimester queasies as best we could.
