Monday, March 17, 2008

Note to self

On Saturday, I did a ton of running around. I did it with out eating because I have lost complete interest in food. I eat something and within an hour, I'm hungry again. This baby is going through I major growth spurt, I believe but food doesn't taste good to me. Well, around 5 p.m. on Saturday I became really nauseous and weak. I thought it was the flu and cancelled my evening plans I've been looking forward to all week. I choked down a LarBar and felt like I was going to throw up. In fact, I conned my friend into getting a sitter so we could go out but I had to cancel.

At 6 p.m., I crawled into bed and woke up at 9 p.m. to my husband checking on me. I got up for an hour and then ate a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich because it sounded good and my stomach was rumbling. At 10 p.m., I was running a 99.9 degree fever and made my husband run to Fred Meyer for Tylenol and Tums.

Sunday morning I woke up craving cinnamon rolls which really confirmed it wasn't the flu. I remember the wise words of my friend Shawn "if you're craving it, eat it!" So I made my husband take me to our favorite bakery for a cinnamon roll.

I thought it was the flu as I was achy and had the chills but now I believe it was because I just wasn't eating so let that be the lesson ... carry something in your purse in the 3rd trimester (which starts on Friday).

1 comment:

Alissa Maxwell said...

Oh yes. I never went ANYWHERE without a peanut butter granola bar in my purse. I think I ate them at the start of every meeting or appointment. When we went to our hospital orientation, the pregnant woman next to me was eating the same bar! Lesson learned. We missed you!