I wrote this post sometime around week 14 (six weeks ago).
For several weeks, I thought being pregnant meant that my relationship with food would be on a 9-month hiatus. I kept running into road blocks with my favorite dishes. Because of one ill-timed soup I made, greens, soyrizo, and sometimes soup in general turn my stomach. A lunch during the early preg haze has turned me against Torchy's avocado tacos, a meal I adore. It was depressing.
Then after those weeks, passed, I noticed that I was craving certain things. I now have a pantry and desk drawer stocked with new favorites: nuts, brown rice crackers, canned and dried fruit, and Preggie Pops. I discover that not only am I not afraid of vegetables, but I love a crispy romaine salad topped with crunchy raw veggies and tart dressing. I dive into a bowl of fresh cut raw veggies with abandon. I can eat an entire carton of grape tomatoes in a sitting.
And... Sometimes, I dream about food. Usually it's not healthy. My food dreams have included the following foods: pizza, doughnuts, unagi eel sushi (ew), cheese enchiladas, and ice cream. And I wake up ravenous. Pregnant hunger is, I've learned, a force to be reckoned with.