If you’ve been reading this blog for the last few months (yay!!! I love you!( then you probably have a few questions, the most predominant being “where are all the new recipes!?”
Once I can walk into the kitchen without doubling over I promise to have this blog swimming in recipes. I guess I should start at the beginning huh? Funny story… Right before Christmas last year I decided it was time to partake in a little experiment involving a pricey plastic stick and the contents of my bladder. Fun stuff. Those of you wondering why I had “the plague” for the past three months are suddenly seeing light bulbs, huh? Oh yes, I’m SUPER pregnant. I say super, because when I saw the ultrasound of the little guy/gal, it promptly broke out in a frenzied wave and then rolled over to face the camera. Such a ham! The second that little pipsqueak waved at me I was a goner.
the plague? really jenn?
Haha welllll what else was I supposed to call fabulously unyielding 24-hour morning sickness? I really did believe I was turning into a full-fledged zombie at times. Though I may have been a bit dramatic each time I rolled over in bed screaming “BRAIIIINS!” at Paul. I’ll clearly do anything for a laugh.For the first few months nearly all I could eat was saltines and the plainest of carbohydrates. Anything that didn’t taste like cardboard made me turn ten shades of green, and the simple act of cooking and experimenting in the kitchen? Downright impossible.
I probably looked a lot like a kicked puppy during this time. I’ll spare you the not-so-fun details. I tried every herbal, homeopathic remedy under the sun as well as the meds the doctor put me on for hyperemesis, but nothing worked. Nearly passing out in a Whole Foods was a cue that maybe a little bit of bed rest was in order. Blogging, as you kids already know, went on the back burner and I’m eternally grateful for those of you who stuck around and continued to check in on me. You’re seriously the best! Also, biggest thanks ever to the womb raider and the bestie for taking care of me while I channel pregnant zombie barbie.
I wrote this post a few weeks ago in hopes that by the time I was ready to reveal that my oven had been bunned, I would be past all the queasiness and the fun times spent with my head in the toilet. Turns out every pregnancy really is different. Mine is just *extra* fun with hyperemesis gravidarum that has followed me into the second trimester. Luckily I can somewhat tolerate most of the whole foods that I couldn’t bear to look at previously… I just feel as if someone poisoned me after I eat it. Unless it’s bagels. I can eat my weight in pumpernickel. Feel free to show up on my doorstep with some.
how did this all go down?
I let my 5 year old niece break the news to the rest of the family. Leave it to me to find amusement in telling a secret to a preschooler and then waiting to see how long it takes for her to crack and spill the beans. She held out surprisingly long!
Though stage-whispering, “Aunt Jenn, you’re going to get REALLY fluffy!” across the dinner table is bound to raise suspicions.
Hellooooo stretchy pants! I’m currently 14 weeks pregnant and due in August.
Here goes nothing!
so… what does that mean for Peas & Crayons?
Of course the little clementine will get a mention here and there, especially if a recipe results from a weird craving or something cracks me up about the whole pregnancy process. Like the fact that my friends are taking bets on my boobs reaching Jenny McCarthy-sized proportions now that I’m with child. Though I think they’re really just waiting for me to go for a run and knock myself out with one of these puppies. So yeah, P&C will be a lot more of the same song and dance. Well, hopefully with a LOT more recipes once my “plague” dials down the intensity. Bring on the veggies!
All jokes and quips aside, thank you so so much for all your love and support. It means the absolute world to me.
So now the cat’s out of the bag… the pea’s out of the pod… and I’m out of my freaking mind.
Be a doll and bring me a bagel?