Food, glorious food

One of the main reasons this past few months has been so challenging is due to my perplexing, depressing loss of appetite and inability to consume most food that I LOVE. Pregnancy hormones mess with my appetite more than they're allowed to, I might say, and it makes the gestation period seem like years instead of months.

I love to eat. I mean, I love to eat. I love to cook and try new recipes. I loved reading this post by Ilene, where she talks about how she photographs the food she makes and hangs it in her kitchen. Ilene, your pictures made me drool and someday when I'm back to cooking again, I think I might follow your lead. (and since I can't get stupid blogger to upload any of the mouth-watering photos I found right now, go look at her delicious photos if you want to drool too)

So included on the WAY too long list of foods I have to avoid are all things spicy, acidic, garlicky, fried, chocolatey (is that a word?), and anything that has a potential burp behind it.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone this week--we're heading to the Oregon Coast with my family. Yippee! Eat more than you normally would in my honor (especially of anything that might be included on that list).

Oh, and consider yourself warned: I'm sure this won't be the last post about food. The next one will for sure include some really yummy pictures.

I don't know how to come back

Well, when I said I'd be back soon, I didn't envision it would be a whole month. But like the title of this post says, now that I've been away so long (I mean, I guess it's long in the blogging world), I don't really know how to come back. I've thought several times about how to enter back into this world, and have composed a few posts in my head as I was drifting off to sleep only to find them completely forgotten in the morning.

The thing that has kept me away for this long just happens to be a small person growing inside of me that has been sucking the life, energy, appetite, and desire to do anything that I used to enjoy (oh, you know, like cooking, playing with my boys and my poor husband, sewing, generally enjoying life, exercising, and yes, blogging) out of me for what feels like an eternity but has really only been 3-ish months.

Don't get me wrong--I am ever thankful, grateful and excited for a new person to join our family and feel blessed to participate in the process. But I just wonder how pregnancy is very easy for some, relatively easy for others, and like a poison for a few. For me, pregnancy causes my body to go into revolt for many, many weeks.

Another reason I have put off writing this is because I have no desire to offend any readers who happen to find themselves in the difficult situation of even getting pregnant. I know that can be a very emotional and frustrating battle, and to hear a pregnant woman complain about feeling terrible when that is the only thing you want is very difficult and the last thing you want to read. I suppose we all have our own challenges in the conceiving, bearing and raising of our children.