I don't want to do this anymore. How do I get off? It's not even the nausea or sickness that's that bad at the moment (it's not gone, but the sickness is largely restricted to after 5pm). I'm bored of eating the same fecking food all of the time. I don't want to eat any more crumpets/tinned peaches/sausage I know it's even more limited for some. But I am bored.
I love food! I love eating new things, trying new combinations. MY husband is an amazing cook, and he regularly used to make new and interesting things. I love cheese, I love meat, I love strong flavoursome meals. I was totally prepared to not eat cured ham/runny egg yolks/some cheeses whilst pregnant. But I feel like I've had everything taken away from me. I want to have eggs florentine. Except I can't have runny yolk or hollandaise (butter). I want to eat pizza, except I can't eat the cheese, or most of the toppings that I like cos they actually taste of something. I want to be able to eat nice comforting soups, but I can't cos the sort of soups I like have lots of spices in (not to make it hot, but flavoursome). I want some of hubby dearests pork popcorn things he makes (amazing balls of pork yumminess) except they get cooked in butter, and actually taste of something, so I'm fairly sure they'd make me hurl.
And on top of it all, hubby seems to be working longer and longer hours (lucky if he's home by 7), so him starting to cook anything then means its not ready til 8/8.30 (or 9) by which point I'm totally past being able to eat anything.
I am bored. And fed up. And I want to get off.
And I've slept funny and the whole left side of my neck, shoulder and back is agony. Particularly when I breathe. And I cant avoid that. And I'm aware this may be making me more grumpy. But right now I don't care. I want a spring vegetable lasagne, with a cheesy white sauce. And I can't. So I'm angry and irrational. And I'm pregnant. So that also makes me irrational and angry.
I am not having any more biological children. I will adopt. And if one more person says to me that I'll feel differently when I hold my "little bundle of joy" in my arms, and will forget all about the sickness, I am going to punch them. Right now this "little bundle of joy" is the bane of my life. I think I love and hate it in equal measure.
Sorry for the rant. But I needed to get it out or I would scream.