I count myself as one of the lucky ones so far*. There is no morning sickness to be dramatic about, my husband has let me pull the "but I'm pregggnnnaannnt" card already, and overall, I feel pretty good. What I was not prepared for was the sudden interruption to my once impeccable sense of smell. Since when did raw chicken smell like impending death? As someone who would die without the ability to cook fabulous dishes, this is especially heartbreaking for me. And as we all have learned from our bouts with colds and flus, a change in your "sniffer" sense most definitely causes a change in your "yum" sense - taste. BOO TO THAT.
Chocolate tastes like dirt. Milk is sour. Cereal reminds me of hay. Berries are just gross. Even water tastes like metal. I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS.
Why, Bean, why do you do this to your Mommy? All I want is to nurture you and keep your home nice and healthy and well fed. How do you repay me? Torture? You don't know me at all, do you?
You are so lucky that I love you more than life itself.
And I really do.
So I forget about the dirty chocolate and horse feed cereal. Because it's ok that you don't like those things right now. I'm pretty sure you're still amazing, regardless.
*I am well aware that "[I] know nothing yet!" and that "this is cake compared to week 9!" I get it. You can jump off of your "Been There/Done That" high horse right now Missy. This is between me and my Bean.
"Raising kids is part joy and part guerilla warfare." ~ Ed Asner
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