Ahhh, one of my favorite subjects. I love Food! (Rochelle, it must be a Perry gene) So I'm always disappointed when foods I once loved I now cannot stand. And foods I used to eat in moderation, I'd drive miles to find.
It started when I was pregnant with Logan. I used to LOVE pickles, couldn't stand them when I was pregnant with him, not a huge fan of them to this day. Although, this makes my husband and my Aunt Roxann happy, one less person fighting over the relish tray at holiday meals. I did however, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, couldn't get enough of peanut butter, more specifically peanut butter toast, and orange juice. I can't even imagine the gallons of orange juice we went through. Towards the end it was McDonald's fries and Big Macs, obviously not a healthy craving.
It then continued when I was going through chemo. I couldn't stand the smell of fried chicken, let alone eat it. Sandwiches were impossible to eat, even just plain old peanut butter and jelly. But doing okay with them now. And it took me a long time to eat Arby's after a very ill treatment session.
Now with this pregnancy, up until today I haven't discovered any horrible aversions. I'm still not a fan of pickles. Haven't really found anything I eat in mass quantities either. For a week or so I was craving pizza. And I can smell McDonald's fries from a mile away, but haven't been eating them. But today, I found a food I couldn't even swallow. Bananas!!! What the heck, used to love bananas. Peel one open for a morning snack today, break off a piece, put it in my mouth, and instantly spit it in the garbage. Not sure if it was the texture that caused the gag reflex to kick in or what, but I'm very disappointed.
So I guess when you're pregnant, it becomes kind of a love-hate relationship with food.