What's up with my body?!

Yes, yes, in this post I will commit the unspeakable and COMPLAIN about being pregnant. **GASP** Seriously though, it's something I try to not do, because it'd seem like I'm an ungrateful little something-or-other to complain about something I've wanted for so long. So maybe instead of wording this as a complaint, I'll word it as a "what the heck is going on?!"

How am I feeling, you ask? Like I've told everyone, I feel pretty normal. PRETTY normal. But not totally normal. I can't complain of morning sickness, indigestion, frequent urination, and even the fatigue isn't so bad. About the only thing letting me know (almost constantly) that I'm pregnant is my diet, and it's the weirdest thing in the world. Let me expand on what I mean by 'weird.'

First of all, I can't eat scrambled eggs anymore and that's weird because I ate them for breakfast every morning for almost a year without getting sick of them. I also don't like any of the normal favourite meals like Mulligatawny, Lentil Soup, tacos, chicken wings, and even pizza. In fact, there is very little that I DO like. I can't think of anything at the moment.

Then there's how often I'm hungry, which is all the time pretty much. Unless I gorge myself on one meal, then I'm usually good for an hour to an hour and a half. So here I am, feeling like I'm going to vomit if I don't get something inside of me (about the only time I feel sick) and do you think I can find something that I would want to put in my mouth? Nope. No I don't want soup, crackers, granola bars, almonds, chocolate, chips, rice cakes, or even chocolate milk (I know, what's the world, coming to??) The only thing I really care to put in my mouth is fruit and vegetables, and milk if I'm thirsty. WEIRD!

I realized this in full when Matthew and I were walking through Zellers today. I was feeling a little down (long story that's not really worth the retelling!) so Matt was suggesting all sorts of foods that I'd normally love to eat, in a bid to cheer me up. The eye-opener was walking down the junkfood aisle and saying 'no' to absolutely everything down there, apart from Riesens, which I felt that I could go for, if it meant eating just one.

Has anyone else experienced this? I remember Farrah saying that her tastes changed and that she didn't want chocolate anymore, but has anyone ever not wanted ANYthing???

I was thinking this evening (after the Zellers episode) that it seems like my body is hardwiring me into a healthy-eating machine, whether I like it or not. I mean, picking an apple over chocolate is so not my thing, nor is downing an entire bag of chopped veggies and tossing out my buttertart after one bite (true story.)

So there. For all of you who are wondering if I'm telling the truth when I say I feel "fine" or "pretty normal", now you know. I'm not lying, I DO feel pretty close to being normal, and I guess it's easier than explaining the above to the unsuspecting! Hopefully I haven't complained about it too much. I don't feel annoyed or upset, just curious in an "I didn't know I could ever turn down chocolate" sort of way!!