My cooking is making me nauseated.

I usually only write when the inspiration grasps my fingertips and blogging seems like the only logical solution- which is still more often than this. 

For the last couple of months, I have been inspired by meals cooked by other people. Namely, because the thought and smell of my own cooking makes me feel incredibly nauseated. 

I'm pregnant. 

For the first time in my life I can't cook. I can't even think of cooking. I've heard of people getting turned off by different foods during pregnancy, but to be turned off by your own cooking- isn't that a bit much? It's a bit unfair. 

I'm starting to understand why people spend so much money on mediocre, pre-made foods. 

One- I'm exhausted. I go to bed as soon as the sun goes down (unless I'm finishing late at work). I can't think of what to cook because I just can't think at all. My body can barely move because all this energy is going to this baby in my belly. 

Two- When I need to eat, I need to eat now! Often when I cook, I potter about, making a few different things and all-in-all a meal might take 30 minutes to an hour. I don't have time for that. My stomach starts to knot and tells me "feed me, now!!" This is the only way to stop the nausea. 

Three- I can't think to be creative. You know what I made for dinner last night? Mash potato and canned baked beans. I have never made such a simple dinner. It was delicious, don't get me wrong. But... It's just not me. Where is the colour? 

Four- Ridiculous. The smell of everything I cook makes me want to puke. My main two fall backs, Indian and Asian food... I can't even go there. 

Gordy has had a hard time trying to cover me. He never learned how to look in the fridge and make a meal with what's there. He's proudly learning, though. 

In the meantime, pre-made soups, salads and crackers is where I'm at. 

Balls.