I always imagined that when I got pregnant I would be a little nauseated in the morning, and I'd eat some crackers and drink some ginger ale and then I'd just go on about my day. Wrong. I feel like I've had a month-long 24-hour per day stomach virus. The thought of food alone was enough to make me vomit. Forget eating it. A big bottle of Gatorade became my sidekick, and the path from my classroom to the bathroom became all too familiar. No amount of Zofran or B6 could touch this.
Now, as I near the end of my first trimester, I can finally start thinking about food again. I don't necessarily want to eat too much right now, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it's time for me to hop-off of this vomit train. I want to give this living little thing inside of me something nutritious, something that will make it into Super Baby. I love food, and I miss it.
Even though I wasn't pregnant yet, I originally started this blog to document my future pregnancy, including mainly recipes and information on a vegetarian diet while pregnant. I haven't done any recipes because I haven't cooked. Anything. But I'm getting there, slowly but surely.
