So, I’ve been pretty concerned about nutrition with this pregnancy.
Even before finding out that I was carrying twins, I had started a fairly strict no wheat, no sugar, higher protein regime.
Not to lose weight, obviously, but to be proactive with things like gestational diabetes and hypertension. I don’t have issues with either, but I want to give my spawn the best start possible.
That, and I was feeling a little guilty for not taking my vitamins leading up to the pregnancy. Whoops.
The ‘diet’ went pretty well at first. Protein shakes (protein powder, berries and spinach), beans, nuts and seeds were my main sources of protein.
I then found out I was having two. Reading that the recommended amount of protein for a woman of my size was around 125 g protein/day, I added eggs and greek yogurt to my diet.
Then my body rebelled.
No longer could I drink the shakes. The mere thought of eating them made me feel sick, let alone trying to down them.
Beans were a no go. I could generally get them down without gagging, but they made me feel bloated and horrible.
Speaking with my nutritionist, it was suggested that, for the duration of my pregnancy, I should consider adding animal flesh.
As a vegetarian (sometimes vegan), who hasn’t touched meat (and hadn’t missed it) for over a decade, this was super-hard to hear.
I honestly believe that supporting the food industry by eating animals does a disservice, not only to the animals, but my health and the health of the planet.
I had no idea if I could even choke meat down. How could that be any better than me up-chucking my protein shakes?
Feeling constantly tired and nauseated, however, I considered it.
I decided to start out with fish.
See, I’m one of those hypocritical vegetarians that places some animals’ lives above others.
Insects? Doesn’t bother me. I eat honey and I don’t particularly care if something is coloured with buggy corpses. I’ve been bitten by too many black flies to shed a single tear.
Fish are slightly up on the list. If I HAD to eat animals, they would be the first to go.
Didn’t work out, though.
The first few times, the salmon went down fine.
Then I started notice The Smell.
How could I possibly eat something that smelled so REVOLTING?
I tried slathering the carcass with sauce.
I didn’t actually throw up the fish, but it was a near thing.
So, no fish for me.
I felt good about the no-fish thing, actually. It sort of validated the whole vegetarian choice. Obviously, my body didn’t want it, right?
Then my husband came home with left-over chicken wings.
Can I just say: I had never smelled anything so delicious in my life.
But what the heck did this mean?
My body doesn’t want healthy proteins but it wants chicken?
Are you frickin’ kidding me?
I mean, it has to mean something that I’m craving it, right?
That the thought of a chicken sandwich makes me morph into Pavlov’s dog?
Would I even be able to digest the stuff after obstaining for ten years?
Talking with friends didn’t help a whole lot.
Most of my friends are meat eaters and as such have no real concept of my particular ethical struggles.
One friend actually considers my vegetarianism more of an eating disorder than a lifestyle choice and is therefore thrilled that I was considering eating meat. I was over coming my affliction, see?
Anyhow, after some serious thought, it boils down to this:
I will eat chicken, as long as my body wants it.
I’ve already given you my freedom, my nights of sleep, my time and the integrity of the skin of my abdomen.
What more are you going to take from me?
And my sex life.