Only possible in the second trimester
So, no. I haven’t been dead. But the woes of the first trimester of pregnancy did take me away from a lot of things I usually enjoy… like blogging, or doing anything at all. At 15.7 weeks I’m happy to report that my energy seems to be back, as well as the appetite for delicious treats like cheese and bread, and all other foods on the Food Pyramid, which for a while I couldn’t even think about without gagging. So, it is only on the second trimester that something like what I just did is possible…
Among the many difficulties of being pregnant, one of them has been increasingly annoying me. It usually happens when Joey pulls out a delicious, cold, water-dripping beer to accompany his grilled steak, and proceeds to drink it and go “AHHH” in my presence. You would think that nature should be wise enough to make me detest the smell or sight of alcohol during these months when I’m not supposed to have it. But man, it’s summer, and there’s been a lot of talk about Margaritas around me over the last few days. I’m soooo thirsty, and I really long for a delicious chilled drink that doesn’t look like water or milk.
So this morning, I decided that I really wanted a beets and carrot juice. Only problem is that Joey took my car to work since his old darling is at the shop being repaired yet again. Any other time in my life I would’ve sucked up the craving and just ask Joey to buy some beets this afternoon. Not today. Today, I packed my wallet on a backpack, put on my tennis shoes, and left the nest at 9:30 am for a trip downhill to the closest grocery store.
The trip coming back from the store is all uphill. I returned about an hour later with some delicious merchandise. I felt so proud of my self for providing for my own craving while I also got to do some exercise (!), I decided to record the evidence of my blushed and healthy cheeks.
I wondered if I could’ve possibly exceeded the heart rate my doctor told me to stay under. Nah!… Me? Please!… But at that point exactly I started seeing stars and hearing bells and rings, and the closing tunnel, so I knew I was going to faint. I stumbled to bed, just so I wouldn’t fall on the filthy bathroom floor, and rested and soon started wondering if it was long enough so I could go downstairs and finally make my so desired juice.
I put four carrots and a beetroot through our fabulous new juicer. Tasted it. Threw a couple more carrots, and an apple for extra sweetness. And voila:
All worth it, and Joey is not allowed to put cold forbidden drinks on my face for as long as I can’t enjoy them with him.