Here’s the truth.
I really suck at pregnancy. The first trimester was hard. I spent a lot of time lying horizontal on the couch, and at 5.00 pm every day, the waves of nausea would come. If I wasn’t already off my feet, they would have knocked me off them. This made cooking and eating terribly difficult. Which is inconvenient when you’re hungry a lot. This explains the regular bowls of chocolate ice cream at 8.00 pm (yes, after the kids are in bed), because I just had to have something cold, chocolatey and creamy.
My energy returned when the nausea passed at week 14. I was jumping with joy, though not so much at the fact that I had been wearing maternity pants since week 9. It was nice though, for the belly to look like a baby bump, as opposed to ‘too-much-ice-cream-belly’. I was still hungry a lot, and craved carbs. Sure enough, as soon as the food was in front of me, I lost my appetite, although my stomach was growling. So I’d force myself to eat at least half, and thoroughly resented the fact that I could not enjoy my baked potato with an insane amount of cheese, more.
I still liked ice cream though.
At week 17 or so, my real appetite came back and there were many fist pumps and shouts of hurrah (mostly from my husband, because a hungry grumpy pregnant woman is no joy.) We saw the twins on ultrasound and they were right on track growth-wise, so I guess all that food aversion made no impact whatsoever on them or my body (which is great now, but imagine when I try to get back into my jeans postpartum).
Now, at 20+ weeks, I am hungry all the time. All. The. Time. I’ll eat breakfast at 7.00 am. And again, at 9.30. Lunch is at 11.30 before the boys get home from school (hot meal, baby!), and by 2.00, I’m hungry again. Snack. Bagel with a mountain-load of cream cheese. Washed down by chocolate ice cream (I really love ice cream). Dinner is at 5.30 pm, and by my standards, a measly portion, because my tummy feels tight and full by then. Though I still feel hungry, I just can’t get the food to fit. So at 8.00 pm, I’m snacking again.
That is a lot of meals and carbs and calories.
I’m eating us out of house and home.
And that, my friends, is the truth.