Showing posts with label sorry Momma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorry Momma. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2012

21 weeks. Dead animals and blood.

21 weeks!


Continuing with the Frequently Asked Pregnancy Questions.......

Q: Have you had any aversions? or... Is there any food that makes you wanna barf all over the place?
A: Yes sir. Like I mentioned in my last post, I've had more intense aversions than I've had real cravings. I am my father's daughter and am in no way, shape, or form a picky eater. I love food and am open to trying just about anything. Which is why this whole "aversion" thing has been a new and probably the weirdest thing to me about pregnancy so far.

Two aversions that showed up sometime around week 6 or 7 and have not went away since then.....red meat and eggs. Red meat is a huge issue for me. I am without question a meat eater. I grew up on a farm with lots of cows and we were never lacking in the meat department in our freezer. And not just any meat, really REALLY good steaks. I could never be a vegetarian because I don't think I could give up my love of steaks. I like my steaks cooked medium rare and not one second longer. I judge people by the way they like their's cooked. I've been on dates where the guy orders a steak and I hold my breath when the waiter asks "how would you like that cooked?" Knowing that I will not be able to control my body language when they answer. I didn't even want to hear their answer because I knew what it would do for me, good or bad. It's a sickness really. I was with a guy for a long time that ordered his meat 'medium well'....I would literally cringe and develop an uncontrollable eye twitch every time he ordered. Not to mention I would send my apologies to the kitchen via the waiter for my boyfriend not having a clue what good steak tastes like. Looking back now I should have known things weren't going to work out for us in the long run.... Anywho, back to the point. Obviously I love steak. And luckily I married a man who also loves it and if I had to guess, we probably grill it at least once a week. Until Predator came along and took over my body. The thought of a medium rare steak sends shivers up my spine. Poor Chad is suffering as well since I don't want to eat it, he doesn't want to eat it in front of me. I thought that might be a first trimester thing, and although it has got much better, the fear of red meat still sticks with me. I have had a little steak a couple of times now and as long as it is cooked completely and all the way through, I can stand a little of it. I had a few issues with ground beef and chicken in the first three months, but that has been increasingly better in the last month. [One particularly traumatic meal of grilled chicken and pasta that Chad made during the first trimester made me spit it out in a napkin and dry heave in the bathroom while telling Chad to get the chicken THE EF OFF MY PLATE before I come back in there.] I can also walk past (and even order!) from the meat counter at the grocery store without smelling dead cows, chickens, and blood. Thankfully, Chad has been aware of this "issue" and always volunteers to help with dinner especially when it's a requirement to touch raw meat.

The egg thing isn't a huge deal to me since it really depends on what they look like. For example, as a "normal" person I prefer my eggs over medium or scrambled. Runny, yellow egg yolk....gross. Scrambled eggs have a similar effect on me. However, I can eat a cooked egg for say a breakfast sandwich....with bacon on it. It's something about the fact that it's whole and not in pieces that makes it okay. Well that and generally in life bacon makes everything better. As long as I'm not the one making the egg and having to look at it before it's cooked. I also eat (and can make) frittata which has a lot of cooked eggs in it. We made pasta carbonara one night for dinner and I couldn't even stand the smell of that. I felt like I was eating a raw egg and could smell a dead baby bird in the air. Needless to say, I did not have more than one bite.

And you're welcome for all of those visuals.

xo,
Brooke

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Who's got 2 thumbs and pooped twice today??

1/27/12

This girl!!

What do you mean you don't care how many times I pooped today??

People, this is monumental. I pride myself on having a regular, normal, and healthy digestive system. Since this little alien took over my body? Ha! Not so much. I'm actually really thankful I don't have some of the problems I've read about in my pregnancy book or online...I'm not constipated and apparently lots of women go through that during pregnancy. Yikes. I just really enjoy being regular in my "regular" life (ie: non pregnant life) and apparently that's too much to ask for when you're with child.

Here's my secret for any of you expectant moms out there who would give their left arm for a satisfying trip to the little girls' room: I took this really awesome prenatal yoga class yesterday (more on that to come in a later post) and during the class we did a couple of stretches and twists the instructor said would help with digestion. I may return to class next Thursday and give this lady an open mouth kiss. Or maybe I should just send flowers with a note that says: "Thanks for the nice poopy. I like you. Signed, Your Secret Admirer"

Always so modest,
Brooke

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Soo uhhh...here I am.

Hi. My name is Brooke, and I'm a blog stalker.
All together now....."Hi Brooke!"

I will read anything and everything someone puts on a blog. Friends, strangers, mommies, teenagers, recipes, stay at home dads, comedians, fashion and hair ideas, do it yourself projects......if you have anything that ends in 'blogspot.com' there is a good chance I've come across it and stalked you for a bit. I just love getting a look in someone else's life, thoughts, funny or touching stories, at home projects, clothes, pictures, yummy food...

My usual MO when coming across a new blog....I  read a few of the blog's recent posts and if I like what I'm reading I immediately go to the history and find their very first post ever. I figure you can tell everything you need to know about the blog (and the blogger) when reading that first one. Well holy hell I haven't been on this side of the blog stalking...that puts just a little pressure on the first post!! I think I started writing this thing 15 different times only to start and restart again.

I know what you're thinking. "Why is she starting a blog?" (But just in case it was "What color is her underwear right now?" Answer: It's a nice burgundy color of low rise from American Eagle. But if you were thinking "What color are her panties?" Please leave this blog immediately...you're a creep and it's not THAT kind of blog. I hate the word "panties." Ew.) What was I saying? Oh yes, top 3 reasons I'm writing this blog:

1)  I don't live near a lot of my family and friends and this seems like a fun way to keep them all up to date on our activities. Man oh man do I miss them.

2)  Although I've always wanted to, I've never kept a regular diary. I think it will be fun to look back through these to take me back to another place and time in my life.

C)  Maybe I'll make some new friends along the way.

Okay, I admit.....C may be a stretch. Rephrasing that to..."Hope I don't lose any current friends once they get a candid look inside this mind of mine." Much more appropriate.

I'm pretty sure I just made the first blog post my bitch.
xo,
Brooke

ps. Sorry I said 'bitch' on the internets, Momma...I'll try to clean it up since I know you may or may not be the only one that reads my blog.  :)