Appetite Killer

I'm 11 weeks today. Can I just say, I am so ridiculously thankful that I haven't spent the past 11 weeks puking my guts out. I have heard some women say that they couldn't get out of bed their first trimester due to nausea. Despite a few wacky symptoms, I'm feeling remarkably well. I don't actually know if my symptoms are wacky, I just never hear anyone talking about them. One of the hardest things for me has been cooking. I know that part of the reason behind that is because I am tired and energy-less when I get home from work. But a huge part of my aversion to cooking is raw meat is just sickening. Have you ever really taken the time to examine a boneless, skinless, chicken breast? Barf!

It's all slimy and pink and dead. Gross! I made Baked Chicken Parmesan (one of my favorite recipes) last week and I could barely eat it. Tyler had to help me get the stew meat in the crock pot a couple weeks ago, because just looking at those red little cubes made me want to hurl. And how about a pound of lean hamburger meat all rolled up in that sick cylinder? Blah...there goes all those mid-week easy tacos I used to make.

Huge props to Tyler's Aunt Kath who sent use some delicious homemade Scottish shortbread. There has been a couple nights when I told Tyler I wasn't up for cooking and he has responded with, "It's okay. I'll just eat some shortbread. It's like Scottish elvish bread." He is hilarious.

I sure hope this ends sometime soon. My next post may chronicle my adventure as a vegetarian.