I’ve made it to the eighteenth week of pregnancy pretty much unaffected by three phenomena that turn life upside down for many expectant women: morning sickness, food aversions, and cravings. “I feel like I’m cheating!” I told my obstetrician last month. She told to count my lucky stars (and not to mention how great I felt to the other women in the waiting room), but I still felt like a fraud every time my friends and family kindly, concernedly asked how I was doing.
There were about two weeks in January when I had mild morning headaches and afternoon nausea. Instead of disappearing, however, my appetite increased. It was like having a slight hangover, just enough to make you feel a little loopy and put you in the mood for a big brunch; I’d treat it with ginger ale, white rice, peanut butter, and homemade cookies while my med-student husband muttered about gestational diabetes.