
(Please welcome guest blogger Elizabeth Hughey, a.k.a. Chip’s wife.)
For the past 1000 days, I have eaten the same breakfast almost every morning: veggie sausage, egg white and melted cheese sandwiched in an English muffin. It is called, creatively, the “breakfast sandwich,” and while substitutions and experiments are allowed (just this morning, Chip said he was going to put leftover lasagna on his), I prefer to stick to the original recipe.
Normally when I wake up, I immediately look forward to the breakfast sandwich. I feel satisfied and fueled (but not weighed down) after eating it. I feel a little “off” when I opt for fruit and cereal instead. For three years, it was the most regular thing in my life.
And then I became pregnant. Almost immediately, the breakfast sandwich was out, along with most of the staples in my diet that made me feel really happy and good. Five weeks into my pregnancy, on a Saturday afternoon, I bought two chocolate chip cookies from one of my favorite bakers in town. While everything I’ve known about cookies told me to finish them off, something wasn’t right. There was a chalky, aspirin-like aftertaste. That night, my turkey burger at the local pub had a hint of rubber and smelled a little bit like a basketball. For a few days, suspicious tastes and smells accompanied familiar foods.
Then the casualties began. I couldn’t consume, think about, or even look at the following: coffee, vegetables, beans, rice, chocolate, butter, most cheeses, garlic, herbs and eggs. Even innocuous toast and tummy-settling sparkling water made me gag.
I made it through the day chain-eating saltines, lemon drops, graham crackers, Nilla wafers and popsicles — basically refined flour and sugar (a big “no-no” in What to Eat When You Are Expecting) — with maybe an apple choked down for fiber. I could get through the day on refined carbs, but by nighttime, feeling weak and ravenous (and bloated and queasy), I needed something substantial. Usually, I felt that there was one meal (and one meal only) that I could eat. What that meal was changed daily and would come to me minutes before I wanted Chip to make it.
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