So when this whole nausea situation started, I had to ask, "What is the biological purpose for this?" I mean, it really doesn't make sense that we would have evolved into a species which (at least in my case) cannot tolerate nutritional intake while we are bulding human beings inside of our wombs. If it was the case that only super nutritious, protein rich food could be tolerated, I would have invested in the idea that this is not a terrible evolutionary mistake a whole lot sooner. Now, though, I think I am seeing the light. Either that, or I am so hungry but unable to digest food that I can no longer think coherently.
In the day to day and up to the point that I became all pregnant, I generally thought of myself as a little bit (not a lot, just a little bit) of an ass-kicker. I like to move, work, get stuff done. I like to take charge and some people may have referred to me as "Type A, " "Red Zone," or "Crazy." Once, I had a boss who only called me "Ballabusta." I have taken pride in this. The point is, I really don't have a slow button for my life that doesn't involve Benadryl.
until. now.
Now, I cannot have a normal adult conversation that is about anything but how it feels to be pregnant. I cannot talk about therapy techniques for ages without referring to my need to dry heave. I definitely cannot move my butt with authority. I clock out at work for food/vomit breaks.
I have lost my definition of myself that was cultivated through years of emulating my workaholic father and overacheiving mother.
It's so evdent to me now. The purpose of all this sickness isn't to change my diet, it's to change my mind. I am forced to focus on only the fact that I am pregnant no matter how it feels. And, biology be damned, my priorities are shifting whether I like it or not.
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