I have not cooked since December 21st. That’s insane. That’s a record or something. I cook or bake every single day, almost every meal. My body has betrayed me, and my stomach is my number one enemy.

See the thing is I’m pregnant. And apparently to my body, that means eating is nearly impossible. I’m not glowing. I’m sick as a dog, feel like vomiting 24 hours a day agony. It’s not pretty. I’ll find something I want to eat and no sooner then I put it in my mouth I feel like it is going to come back up.

I haven’t wanted to think about, write about, make or eat food. It’s actually quite sad. I’m desperately counting the days until this potion of the show is over.

And my husband. My poor husband, who doesn’t cook and has had to suffer through along with me. If you know him at all, you know he is not adept in the kitchen. Making spaghetti is about as far as he goes. I feel a bit like I’ve abandoned him, poor guy.

They tell me I have 3-7 more weeks of this part. I’m really really hoping it’s just 3 weeks. Especially if my boss keeps eating Swiss cheese everyday. Seriously it makes me want to die. It has been getting progressively better. I made pancakes this past weekend and really enjoyed them. Not so great that I’m cooking and eating like myself, but I can choke down food without gagging these days.

So my promise to you, is that I will be back soon with new posts and recipes sure to please. As soon as I’m done being nauseous.