Ch. 15: Eating for the Nation

What a difference a trimester makes. Not only in my girth, but this almighty appetite. I now eat for the nation, and the indigestion I endure from overeating is a royal pain in the esophagus. At 22 weeks pregnant this willingness to consume large and varied quantities of food is unprecedented. My midsection expands like a helium balloon, and by jove its showing…

Domestic scene: Alice @ 22 weeks expanding by the day, laundry to her left

Domestic scene: Alice @ 22 weeks expanding by the day, laundry to her left

But I was not always this way inclined. First trimester pregnancy for me was marked with a distinct lack of hunger which manifest in weight loss. Turning up my nose to food, I felt no cravings or urges nor pangs to devour this bread stick or that pancake stack.

What a trimester does to my fondness for food…Now I am a bottomless pit to be filled with nourishing and tasty chow, all in the name of feeding the Seahorse of course! Present me with a banquet these days and I my eyes mist up. The buffet now represents all that is good and wonderful in the world. Mr. Whippy-sized portions of hummus weight down my plate; I could dive into my serving of Baba Ganoush so generous that it is. Eggplant dip has never held so much allure.

My first High Tea as a pregnant woman - at Raffles Dubai

My first High Tea as a pregnant woman – at Raffles Dubai: nibbling a bit here, a bit there

Avoiding what the health authorities warn all pregnant women against (do not eat for two), I now readily tuck into whatever takes my fancy, the brakes being put on when indigestion sets in: nature’s barrier to me self-gorging I guess! Second trimester: I am loving you.

One Response to Ch. 15: Eating for the Nation

  1. Hey, thanks for sharing I always look forward to reading your posts one of the few blogs I still follow home decorated

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