Dear Saltine cracker,
I know, I know, all my life, I've never paid too much attention to you. I've crumbled you into chicken soup or stashed you in the back of my desk drawer for an emergency snack. I've really been an awful snob.
And now here I am, all of a sudden, singing your praises and acting like we're the best of friends.
But I would like to apologize for all those years of neglect, because you, my friend (I hope you don't mind if I call you my friend?), have truly rescued me from the deep, dark depths of the toilet over these last few weeks. I'm not used to this whole nausea thing, as with my first pregnancy, I could have eaten anything I laid eyes on (and usually did). But this time, if I don't have something in my stomach at all times, I instantly feel like puking my guts out. This is where you come in.
I take you with me everywhere I go and I believe the two of us have formed a bit of a bond.
In the morning, when the thought of oatmeal or eggs make my stomach turn, there you are to calm the sour empty pit that has become my stomach.
In the afternoon, just before lunch, when I feel like barfing all over my keyboard because I've allowed my stomach to become empty, you call to me from my desk drawer.
And in the evening, when I can't wait for dinner but an unable to cook it due to the queasiness that makes me have to lay down, you get me through. I take you with me in the car, I carry you in my purse.
I suppose there will come a day when I will no longer need you; when I may even (don't hate me for this) grow sick of the sight of you, but as of right now, being 10 weeks pregnant and always on the verge of getting sick (but haven't yet thanks to you), I have come to realize that you are my true and loyal friend.
If there's anything I can do for you to return the favor (maybe spread some peanut butter and jelly on you?), you just say the word. It's the least I can do.
All my love,
Amelia
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Letter to my devoted friend, the saltine
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4 comments:
lol... it's funny because it's true. I also found that Snyders pretzel nuggets were lifesavers for me. I hope that 2 weeks from now, you feel like a new woman. Or at least you're old self minus the urge to vomit.
i second pretzel nuggets.
and minus the vomit thing.
I could not do what you are doing right now. Seriously, you are pretty good.
obviously that was solely from me, Angela.
Ben really couldn't do what you are doing right now.
I had a boy - the whole time I was pregnant I needed food in my stomach or I was feeling ill. I kept saltines next to my bed, too. As the pregnancy progressed, I always traveled with pretzels and granola bars to prevent the sick feelings. I was told it was a blood sugar thing,and as long as I had food in my system, I was fine. But, even now (5 years later), when he wants to eat, he wants to eat, NOW.
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