So I’ve been vomiting a lot, which is both funny and not so funny.
It is not so funny at the time, when I see my meals coming out in reverse.
It is funny a day or two afterwards, when I can see myself seeing my meals come out in reverse.
The reason for such vomiting is not because of my cooking (Ha! I say that like I cook!), or Rick’s cooking for that matter, but because I am pregnant again.
I remember how shocked I’d been when I lost my food mojo during the early weeks of my very first pregnancy with Cameron.
It was like my world had come crashing down: food was my one love (apart from Rick) – how was I meant to get by if I didn’t want to eat? What was there to look forward to? And what if my mojo never returned?