Saturday, August 9, 2008

Pregnancy sacrifices

The things we give up when pregnant…margaritas, beer, cocaine…OK, some don’t give up any of those things, and I’ve never done cocaine, so that’s not really a problem for me. It’s always nice to never have to start something; then you don’t have to give it up at any point. For the first year of my daughters lives, I wished they would take pacifiers and bottles, but they never did. And though I would try as hard as I could, at the age of two years, I was so happy they didn’t have to go through the pain of giving them up. So cocaine is not the best example. Caffeine….there’s one! I totally, well, not totally because I do like chocolate, give up caffeine while pregnant and breast feeding. That means no green tea anymore….I miss that. Almost as much as I miss margaritas; actually maybe even more. No coffee or decaf coffee which I always say tastes just fine, but lately has sucked coffee ass. Did I mention beer? So, beer, margaritas or really anything else containing tequila and other alcoholic joys, caffeine that includes delicious green teas and coffees with rich flavor. I also give up peanuts and other nuts because my first daughter has a nut allergy and her allergist recommended I give up all nuts when pregnant and nursing any future children. So peanut butter cookies..mmmmm, my mouth is watering, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, raw almonds, which are good for headaches, peanut butter and celery, peanut butter on a bagel, Snickers bars, peanut M&Ms, Reeses Pieces, my favorite candy, peanut butter on a spoon just because…..I think of all the things I’ve given up, I miss peanuts the most. And I’m amazed at myself of giving up so much! On top of all the food items, we pregnant women give up comfort, sleep, backs that don’t hurt, boobs that don’t hurt, hips that don’t spread too far, ankles, waistlines, the joy of sex, dreams that make sense, the ability to balance on one foot while holding the other foot steady against the shower wall while shaving (man, I’m so grateful for the built in seat in my shower!) and on many days, we give up all rationale! So if I’m moody or bitchy in anyway, my husband will be happy to remind you that I am pregnant. I’ll be the one to remind you it’s because I am living without peanut butter!