Six Weeks and Counting

I am approximately six weeks pregnant and boy can I tell.  Today I feasted on:

• Fiber cereal
• Saltines
• Half turkey sandwich
• Three bites of pork chop
• Two spoonfuls each of corn and butter beans
• Ginger ale

Real Me loves food, but Pregnant Me could care less.  I've lost my taste buds and, with them, my desire to eat.  My stomach is a tiny ball of queasiness with a No Vacancy sign out front.

Baby Gallatin is less than cute this week, consisting of wrinkles and a tail.  Our main focus is construction of the placenta, a task that requires nutrients and energy which, of course, come from food.  In her infinite wisdom, or perhaps as a cruel joke, Mother Nature chooses this time to make eating impossible.  Essential, yet impossible.

A mutant sesame seed

In a few weeks I should be in the "pickles and ice cream" phase.  Seems revolting right now, but then again I gag at the smell of popcorn, so I'll wait to pass judgement.