So, the pregnancy hormones are starting to really kick in...the weirdest being my incredibly strong craving for mayonnaise. I know, crazy. I don't even like mayo on a normal basis. However, about four weeks ago, before I even knew I was pregnant, I had a sudden urge to dip my cold cut snack in a big jar of mayo. This same craving haunted me in my last pregnancy. I spent most of my nine months dreaming of french fries dipped in the white creamy goodness (and on occasion, that's what I did). This time the urge is stronger than ever. I lather up anything and everything with it. Seriously, everything tastes better with mayonnaise.
Here's the problem, mayo is loaded with calories, fat and more calories. I went to my first prenatal appointment...I gained four pounds...in a week! No, they weren't alarmed but I was (to the point my husband was sick of hearing about it). I came to the conclusion that the mayo is going to have to go. It really doesn't have any positive nutritional value to it. And even though we see pregnancy as the green light to devour all the things we have been depriving ourselves of, it is actually the most important time to clean up our eating habits (not a time to diet) and make the most of our calories when it comes to nutrition. Did you know that the fetal brain may grow as many as 250,000 nerve cells each and every minute. Even more, the brain is consuming about 70 percent of the nutrients delivered to it. Obviously, mayonnaise isn't going to cut it.
We did have an emergency ultra sound to ensure that I wasn't having a tubal pregnancy which can be a complication associated with endometriosis. I am happy to say that all is well. We saw our little peanut (he called it the yolk sac) for the first time. I am now 6 weeks and 3 days along. Baby Riley/Cooper is only 1/3 of an inch long — a little bigger than the top of a pencil eraser. He or she weighs less than an aspirin tablet...amazing...where did the four pounds come from then? Well, it is quiet possible that I have eaten four pounds of mayo in the last couple weeks.
The pregnancy hormones haven't just attacked my cravings, they have disabled my ability to hold back tears. A couple days ago I was driving home from dropping Grif off at school when a sad country song came on. I cried like a baby all the way home, pausing to laugh at myself, only to burst back into tears. What the heck? I forgot about this part. To top it off, my short term memory has completely gone out the window and I sleep most of the day away. If Grif is asleep, I'm asleep. How am I going to get anything done this way?!