Funnily enough, after a horrible few days my nausea has taken a back seat. Admittedly it's taken a back seat to crippling fatigue, but I'd vastly rather be sleeping than retching, so I'm happy.
The food I crave seems to vary wildly. I'm trying to eat heaps of protein and as much saturated fat as my stomach will allow (not much, currently), but that doesn't necessarily mean I want
those things. For a few days I really craved feta and ate my way through a whole block. Then I craved cottage cheese, but only for a few spoonfuls - then it started tasting really funny, and the rest of the packet is languishing in the fridge. I'm trying to eat eggs whenever I can, and they're OK, but I don't love them like usual. The thought of fish makes me feel faintly off, but oddly enough I can eat it without problems, as long as DH cooks it. (I can't go past the fish counter at the supermarket, though. Bleuugh.) So I'm trying to eat as much of that as I can, too - again, not very much, basically once or twice a week.
I'm still hankering after refined, greasy carbs, sadly. Pizza! Fish and chips! Shapes BBQ crackers, which are loaded with MSG and which I should really avoid like the plague, but my goodness, they are freaking delicious. I craved one of my childhood toasted egg sandwiches the other day - made in a toasted sandwich maker with cheap, gross white bread and cheap, gross margarine, and the yolk all runny inside, smothered in salt... Drat, now I want one.
My mother craved toasted cheese sandwiches for her last two pregnancies: it must be genetic.
Oh, and I could use some pita crisps with pesto and hummus, if anyone's offering.
That reminds me, I haven't made pita bread in forever. I might go start some now before my fatigue kicks back in and I end up zonked out on the bed for the rest of the day. Ahhh, pregnancy.