Oct. 23, 2008

Pregnancy

For anybody who has spent time in my presence recently, there is no secret to the fact that I don't like being pregnant. I love the concept of being able to hold my new baby soon, but that is the only reality that keeps me going. I don't like feeling nauseous for 9 months, or not being able to sleep, or breathe, or any other of the malady's my body goes through while nurturing an infant in-utero. On the other hand, I hate to complain. I know there are millions of women who would give anything to trade places with me: either because of the inability to carry a baby to term, or bareness, or even still-birth or birth defects. I have every reason to be thankful. I guess this also plays into the fact that I don't like being pregnant. I have these thoughts in my head, and because of my elevated hormone levels I can't think of them rationally. Rather, I oscillate between guilt over not being more thankful or sorrow over the plight of these other women. One of the good points of this particular pregnancy is that I have not had any real overwhelming cravings. During past pregnancies I have been unable to consume certain foods due to my taste buds turning them into something detestable (like chocolate with Deborah), or wanting to eat only particular odd flavor combinations (like Rueben sandwiches with Richard). So far this pregnancy I have not had any foods that drove me away (other than the taste of fish being a bit off), nor have I had any foods that I could not live without. That is to say... up to now. As of this moment, I can honestly say that I finally have a craving. The kind of craving that makes every other food taste dull and lifeless until that craving is fulfilled. The unfortunate thing is that it is a craving for something that is relatively hard to obtain. This time it is a particular soup that my good friend Jodie brought to me yesterday. It is her homemade version of Olive Garden's "Zuppa Toscana." Now, I could go to Olive Garden and try to satisfy the craving with their version, but it just would taste right. I could try drowning the craving with several different soups available to me at the local grocery store. Unfortunately, I already know from past experience that trying to satisfy a craving without actually eating the food craved only leads to engorging without actually satisfying the craving. So, my only option is to call my friend and beg her (on the promise of supplying any necessary ingredients) to make me a gallon of the soup. This way I can eat it till I'm not pregnant anymore. Oh, one more thing. If there isn't a Slush Puppy machine at the convenience store near church, I'll be very disappointed. (Feel free to ask if you want to know that this is all about.)

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