Baby vs. Food
In a terribly tragic turn of events, it seems Baby Evan hates french fries. Obviously he’s not the one eating them but his distaste is so clear I won’t be eating them anymore either. Between house guests who made dinner (thanks Erin!) and my own (very very weak) attempts to make healthier meals and save money, we hadn’t had fast food in more than a week…coincidentally, the exact amount of time Baby Evan’s spit-up problem had been steadily improving. I thought he was just outgrowing the puke with stronger stomach muscles. But eight hours after I scarfed down a Wendy’s value meal he spit up so much and so hard he made Linda Blair look like a girl with a mild cold. He went from eating happily and quietly to covering E’s shirt, pants, shoes, two chairs, the entire dining room floor, MY feet, legs and himself with puke. We were about 2 ounces of milk away from needing life jackets.
MAYBE it was just a coincidence. MAYBE the fact that he’s been fine for the last 24 hours has nothing to do with avoiding the drive thru. MAYBE this is Baby’s way of saying “Geez, lay off the fried stuff fatty” MAYBE I’ll test my theory – but only if E is home to call the Coast Guard if things go as badly as I expect they will.
Sigh. Why couldn’t Baby Evan hate something less delicious? He can be as allergic as he wants to brussel sprouts, I promise I won’t complain one little bit.
Another anecdote to add to my “Babies hate all that is good in the world” theory. They hate: alcohol, cheese, sex, sleep, coffee, and now french fries.
Baby E is lucky he’s so dang cute.
That’s super weak Baby E. And I am delighted to cook for you guys anytime you want. I’ve completely taken over my parent’s kitchen.
Why are babies and pregnancy the enemy of all that is good? I can’t eat french fries before I get pregnant, as if I am fat and pregnant, my kid will have to ride the special bus. So I pretty much suspected I’d have to lose weight before I got pregnant, only to gain it again.
This is why I wonder how the species survives sometimes. Was your doctor nice about your weight gain? It’s hard enough not to gain too much weight when you aren’t pregnant, damnit.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090528/ap_on_he_me/us_med_pregnancy_weight;_ylt=AvaPx3cWJXqJEWTKuSmtW2TVJRIF;_ylu=X3oDMTJvczIxOHM0BGFzc2V0A2FwLzIwMDkwNTI4L3VzX21lZF9wcmVnbmFuY3lfd2VpZ2h0BGNwb3MDMwRwb3MDNQRzZWMDeW5fdG9wX3N0b3J5BHNsawNtYW55d29tZW5hZGQ-
Lala – My doctors were super nice about my weight gain, and called it “perfect” at almost all my appointments. I think my total ended up close to 40 lbs. There was only one appointment, around 24 weeks, where the midwife said something about how hard it’s going to be to lose all the weight after the baby. But like that article said, no one from my doctor’s office ever told me how much I was supposed to gain – I got all my info from the internet. And just FYI, I’ve been “overweight” according to the BMI charts for the last four years. I’m pretty sure right now I’m closing in on “obese”. I wouldn’t worry too much about that number, before OR after you get pregnant.
I think after the initial “you can expect to gain between X and Y lbs” lecture I got, the only comment I ever got at my doctor’s office was a magnificent eyebrow pop from the nurse who was weighing me when I had somehow gained 8 lbs in one week.
@bebeh: The BMI makes me feel like one of Anna Wintour’s little houses. It says I am obese and that losing 20 pounds would make me almost obese. I know I’m pudgy, but sorry, not obese. I think the BMI is full of crap sometimes. I would feel smokin’ if I lost 20 pounds, so bite me, BMI.
And belated apologies for the threadjack.
Oh my, it sounds like Baby E does not mesh well w/fried food! Maybe you can find some french fries that would bake crunchy on a rack and pan in the oven. I couldn’t imagine life w/o french fries!