I was going to write you a lovely post about how I think the nausea was making an early exit — but I think I just had a couple of good days. Truth be told, I like having the nausea… it makes me feel more secure… like everything must be okay as long as I feel gross.
Although, I have to say, I could pass on the feeling gross while I’m at work. I was in a session with a client today and I had this sudden wave of nausea. And all I could think was “what do I do?!” What would I do if I actually had to throw up? I’m quite the jog from the bathroom so I’d never make it. Once I established that I wasn’t going to hurl, I realized I needed to eat something. There’s a fine line between hungry and gross for me. Thankfully it passed, because it’s not like I can say “sorry, can you hold on just a second, I desperately need a mini rice cake”. Maybe it would be excusable if I offered to share.
I’m happy to report that I ate chicken for supper tonight. Nothing so brazen as a breast or a leg, but I managed to get down 4 fingers. FOUR chicken fingers! The key was not to think about it and not to call it chicken. For all intents and purposes, I had breaded supper for supper.
Cravings may be starting too. I woke up at 5am on Saturday (to pee) and I was dreaming about a Big Mac. I don’t eat Big Macs… not in years. I don’t even eat McDonald’s more than once or twice a year. Yet I was dreaming about eating a Big Mac and woke up wanting one. The next morning, I woke up craving a bowl of cereal. This shouldn’t be so unusual to most, but I don’t eat cereal either. I usually have a granola mix with yogurt during the week, and on the weekends I have toast with peanut butter. I rarely eat cereal. Sunday morning, I couldn’t get to the kitchen fast enough to have a bowl of fake cheerios and ice cold milk.
This kid’s got weird taste buds. It seems chicken has been replaced by steak. I had a steak one night and had the leftovers the next day. Only I couldn’t eat the leftovers. Could barely swallow the piece I put in my mouth. What I did eat was cold shrimp. And a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Those things should never, NEVER go together!
It’s weird and wonderful and I treasure every bizarre little moment.