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Hunger Torture!
Feb. 1st, 2009 03:35 pmSo, Sam got reinfected with his little stomach bug on Thursday-- did I ever mention that he gave it to Jason in the meanwhile too?-- and just as I decide I need to Thoroughly Disinfect Everything In the House I fall asleep all of naptime Friday, only to discover that this is because my Super-Pregno-Immune-System has finally given in to the Bug itself. So all Friday night I spend throwing up. Luckily this ends by 1:30 AM and I've been fine with expulsions (or lack thereof) ever since, so I do not apparently need to go to the hospital for an emergency IV.
But the fact is there are still TWO people trying to survive on a Very Small Amount of Nutrients, and one of those people, lucky it, does not have a stomach virus, and is actively trying to make itself BIG all the time, so does not respect that mommy can't actually stomach much to pass on. This means it drains mommy's reserves instead.
And I am so OFF. All day yesterday I was all dizzy and exhausted, partially because I was still infected, but no doubt also because my hydration/blood sugar was off. I ended up in SUCH A MOOD, screaming at everybody, 'cause I just lost it. I felt bad for Sam because it wasn't his fault that he was two years old and had boundless energy (even with being sick himself, dangit) when I didn't; and he kept giving me things and kissing me I guess in effort to make me feel better, which was sweet, but didn't change that he was driving me crazy. Jason I didn't feel bad for because he's a grownup and ought to have been taking the energetic two-year-old off my hands more. And anyway, he finds my angry outbursts FUNNY because they're so rare, so he doesn't get any sympathy there, either. But anyway, I ended up dumping Sam in bed an hour early and then immediately going to bed myself, even though by that point, physically, I'd gotten a second wind and no longer felt like lying down. I just DID feel like being in the dark and not dealing with anything though.
So today I feel much better, physically and emotionally, but my digestive system is not up to par yet (I got all excited, for example, about eating a bowl of applesauce for lunch but could only finish half of it at that time). And this is TORTURE. My brain totally wants to eat all these things my stomach would completely veto if I even attempted them. But all I can think about is food! And the worst foods, too! Like nachos! There is nothing I want more this moment than a big plate of homemade nachos! (It does not help that, of all foods that have been particular cravings this pregnancy, nachos come closest to claiming the title). AND THE STEELERS ARE IN THE SUPERBOWL TONIGHT! You must understand something-- I am not a sports fan, and the only reason I know anything about football at ALL is from having been in high school marching band and therefore going to games every friday. But when you live in the Pittsburgh area, the Steelers are a huge deal whether you want them to be or not (just ask Liz. No, don't), which means that whenever they are doing REMOTELY well, PEOPLE HAVE PARTIES. PARTIES=FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! So I can't help being excited for huge events like Superbowls for the complete and total reason that there is TONS OF PARTY FOOD INVOLVED.
But tonight, because 2/3 of us are sick, we're not going to any parties, which I guess is a blessing because then I don't have to have All That Party Food TORTURING ME IN PERSON, but I know it exists somewhere and this is torture anyway. And of course Jason's not going entirely without snacks... and unfortunately the main snack he has chosen is CORN CHIPS WITH CHEESE SALSA which is close enough to nachos to be EVIL OF HIM. He got me a bag of pretzels, which I guess is the only so-called Party Food I can stomach, but it is SO BORING in comparison to, say, pepperoni rolls and crazy dips and spicy meatballs and NACHOS for example...! And popcorn! Last night I dreamed that we were going to have a huge load of popcorn for the game tonight-- one of my more realistic dreams, and the sort of dream that would normally make me say "okay let's make popcorn!" but of course popcorn has too much fiber for me in my state. :P
There is nothing so cruel as giving a food-lover a little parasitic person and then telling them IF YOU EAT YOU WILL BE SICK. Oh well.
But the fact is there are still TWO people trying to survive on a Very Small Amount of Nutrients, and one of those people, lucky it, does not have a stomach virus, and is actively trying to make itself BIG all the time, so does not respect that mommy can't actually stomach much to pass on. This means it drains mommy's reserves instead.
And I am so OFF. All day yesterday I was all dizzy and exhausted, partially because I was still infected, but no doubt also because my hydration/blood sugar was off. I ended up in SUCH A MOOD, screaming at everybody, 'cause I just lost it. I felt bad for Sam because it wasn't his fault that he was two years old and had boundless energy (even with being sick himself, dangit) when I didn't; and he kept giving me things and kissing me I guess in effort to make me feel better, which was sweet, but didn't change that he was driving me crazy. Jason I didn't feel bad for because he's a grownup and ought to have been taking the energetic two-year-old off my hands more. And anyway, he finds my angry outbursts FUNNY because they're so rare, so he doesn't get any sympathy there, either. But anyway, I ended up dumping Sam in bed an hour early and then immediately going to bed myself, even though by that point, physically, I'd gotten a second wind and no longer felt like lying down. I just DID feel like being in the dark and not dealing with anything though.
So today I feel much better, physically and emotionally, but my digestive system is not up to par yet (I got all excited, for example, about eating a bowl of applesauce for lunch but could only finish half of it at that time). And this is TORTURE. My brain totally wants to eat all these things my stomach would completely veto if I even attempted them. But all I can think about is food! And the worst foods, too! Like nachos! There is nothing I want more this moment than a big plate of homemade nachos! (It does not help that, of all foods that have been particular cravings this pregnancy, nachos come closest to claiming the title). AND THE STEELERS ARE IN THE SUPERBOWL TONIGHT! You must understand something-- I am not a sports fan, and the only reason I know anything about football at ALL is from having been in high school marching band and therefore going to games every friday. But when you live in the Pittsburgh area, the Steelers are a huge deal whether you want them to be or not (just ask Liz. No, don't), which means that whenever they are doing REMOTELY well, PEOPLE HAVE PARTIES. PARTIES=FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! So I can't help being excited for huge events like Superbowls for the complete and total reason that there is TONS OF PARTY FOOD INVOLVED.
But tonight, because 2/3 of us are sick, we're not going to any parties, which I guess is a blessing because then I don't have to have All That Party Food TORTURING ME IN PERSON, but I know it exists somewhere and this is torture anyway. And of course Jason's not going entirely without snacks... and unfortunately the main snack he has chosen is CORN CHIPS WITH CHEESE SALSA which is close enough to nachos to be EVIL OF HIM. He got me a bag of pretzels, which I guess is the only so-called Party Food I can stomach, but it is SO BORING in comparison to, say, pepperoni rolls and crazy dips and spicy meatballs and NACHOS for example...! And popcorn! Last night I dreamed that we were going to have a huge load of popcorn for the game tonight-- one of my more realistic dreams, and the sort of dream that would normally make me say "okay let's make popcorn!" but of course popcorn has too much fiber for me in my state. :P
There is nothing so cruel as giving a food-lover a little parasitic person and then telling them IF YOU EAT YOU WILL BE SICK. Oh well.
