One innocent morning, I made my usual veggie/fruit juice for breakfast, a large 30 oz shot of vitamins and minerals that made me feel bright and alive each day. Today was different. I was uncharacteristically nauseous. Surely, I was just hungry, the juice would fix it. The Juice can fix anything! I drank as much as I could hoping to settle my stomach. No sauce. I vomited the whole lot. Miserable.
Turns out, I was a few weeks pregnant! Triumphant use of ecstatic exclamation points!!! Kyle and I are thrilled. But, as one could imagine, early pregnancy symptoms put a pretty abrupt end to my vegan goals. Of course, pregnancy effects every woman in different ways, but after that first expelled juice, I couldn't even think of juice for weeks without feeling queasy. Food aversions and cravings started immediately for me. I had incredibly strong feelings of aversion for almost all of the delicious vegan food that had become a steady part of my diet, which was really weird. Think of the last time you had a food craving--for me it usually goes something like this:
However, as soon as pregnancy nausea hit, for those first few weeks of "morning", aka "all day", sickness, it was more like this:
I'm not a fan of "fast food". I never eat at McDonald's, Burger King, and some of the lower-on-the-totem-pole establishments. Sometimes I eat at Wendy's, but less and less these days, and when I do I usually get a baked potato and a frosty (cause I friggin love Frosties). I like Chipotle, but that's hardly typical "fast food". However, they just built a Chick-Fil-A near my house. DANGER.
Those first few days of nausea, ALL I could stomach was Chick-Fil-A chicken. So I gave in, pretty shamelessly. Truthfully, I am not ashamed of this and do not consider myself a "failure" for "quitting" my vegan diet/goals. I really have been trying to listen to my body, and eat what I could hold down. I figured it was more important to get food into my (and the baby's) system, than to operate under such strict restrictions and end up vomiting all the time. Besides, I hate to vomit more than I love eating vegetables, so there ya go.
Now that I am in my second trimester, most of the symptoms of the first (nausea, aversions/cravings, exhaustion, etc) are starting to abate. Awesome. I'm gaining weight at a slow and steady pace (so far), which is good, and I've had a chance to indulge, which is also goooooood.
I fully intend to adopt and resume healthy eating habits, both while pregnant and after this little bundle comes in November. In the meantime, don't judge to harshly.