From Under my Pregnancy Rock

Wow, has it really been just over a month since I've thought about food?!
Ever since I dug my heels in and got into the first trimester of my pregnancy, my relationship with food fizzled. The spark went out quicker than a lit cigar in a shot of scotch. Just died. Of course, when it comes to pregnancy, every body talks about morning sickness and leaves everyone around them feeling queasy as they rehash the hours spent clutching the sides of their toilets, face in a place a face should never be.

I didn't experience that type of morning sickness, thank God. In fact, I can't even remember the last time I vomited (it's always been such a rare occurrence for me). My morning sickness has been the classic food aversion based on scents and craving foods that I've never eaten. One of my more bizarre cravings? Corn flakes with milk. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't do milk. I was the weird kid who didn't eat cereal growing up because I do not like the taste, the smell, the texture of milk. I'm not overly keen on it now, but since getting pregnant, I have single-handedly boosted Mr. Kellog's stocks. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration.

Still, my Corn flakes craving has been matched only by my craving for proper British roast potatoes smothered in lashings of gravy. Nom nom. Other than that, I've mostly not had an appetite. Most days, I've just been thinking, why bother with food? I don't feel hungry.

Just coming out of my first trimester now, I'm slowly gaining my appetite back, the nausea and the heartburn have (mostly) left the incubator and today the sight of bright pink, raw meat didn't make me gag. In fact, I cooked a whole dinner today without incident, all by myself, probably the first time since being pregnant. Actually, I cooked twice today! Small victories, folks; small victories.

So, in a rather large nutshell, that sums up where I've been. I've not given up on food or anything like that, but if this is any indication, I don't think my first born is going to be a chef. Anyway, how insane is it that I've already begun drafting my first post-giving birth meal?

Epic Post Popping Out Baby Meal
Hors d'oeuvres
sushi amuse bouche

Appetizers
pan-fried scallops wrapped in bacon and wilted spinach with lobster medallions

Mains
celeriac and potato mash with fine beans
roasted chicken with a red wine and blueberry jus

Dessert
vanilla ice cream by the bucket load*

Cheese Course
blue cheese and crudites

Drinks
a warm flirty red
a cold crisp white
a strawberry margarita

*vanilla ice cream isn't forbidden during pregnancy, but my little unborn one hates it. :(