This weekend was a (partial) work weekend. And it was INSANELY hot. Fall is nowhere in sight and while I usually love 90 degree temps, my hormones are not on the same page. At all. Our AC isn’t doing much of anything and so Kyle and I spent a large part of the weekend bitching about how uncomfortable and sweaty we were. So productive.
Anyway. I did take pics of parts of the weekend, so I’ll share.
Friday morning I had oatmeal with apples and almond butter. Even though it was hot, it was the only thing that sounded good. I made them on the stove…reluctantly.
The portion I made was actually two bowls full but I ate them separated by an hour. Easier on my preggo stomach.
I don’t have any photos from the afternoon, but my attempt at exercise included an hour long walk listening to a new podcast (Pregtastic – I found it on iTunes). It was a lot of stuff I already knew (sometimes I knew more than the panel members), but interesting nonetheless. Now that I’m past my initial anxiety, I think having a health care background has made pregnancy way easier for me for a variety of reasons – not only do I know a lot more medical terminology than the average pregnant woman, but I know what all the tests are and what they are for and I understand anatomy and physiology in depth. I learned every single thing about being pregnant and childbirth in nursing school, so even though I didn’t go into maternity or OB specialties, I’m surprised at how the knowledge (that I thought was lost forever in the back of my brain) has been so easy to recall. Sure, there’s a whole other aspect of living it out (the “you don’t know until you’ve been pregnant” statement), and I don’t want to dismiss that. Going through pregnancy myself makes it more real and emotionally relevant, but I’m still very left-brained and textbooks and scientific journals are my crutches. Wives tales are fun to hear about and share, but research-based data is what I go by. So yeah, maybe the Pregtastic podcasts are good to pass the time on my walks, and perhaps others mean well when they ask if I’m eating enough x,y,z, but when it comes to diet and exercise, I think I’ll trust my MD. And myself.*
At some point I had greek yogurt and home-made pluot jam. But the heat zapped my energy and cooking dinner seemed out of the question. Kyle left work early because of the fires, so when he got home we brainstormed ideas for dinner.
Laziness won and we went to Poquito Mas.
I got the Nature’s Grill burrito with fresh grilled eggplant, mushroom, zucchini, red and green bell pepper, red & white onion with black beans, and fresh salsa. I nixed the jack cheese and sour cream, but added spanish rice and pinto beans.
I thought this one was mine because it was smaller, but when I cut into the other one (to test for cheese), I was happy to find out mine was the BIG guy.
Excessive plastic (waste!!!) aside, one of the best parts about Poquito Mas is the salsa bar. I got 3 different kinds (and some lime slices). Kyle likes the black salsa, I like the green one.
We had Sabra guacamole at home, which I spooned into my burrito bite by bite. FYI, the Sabra guac has been in the freezer for over a month and after I thawed it the fridge for one day, it was ready to go. Still green and fresh tasting as the first one I tried. This one was the SPICY flavor. And it was spicy.
This was my (near) burn out point. I stopped to take a breather, but eventually finished THE WHOLE DAMN THING.
The next day was (supposed) to be a work day, but since I nearly passed out a few different times before 6 am, I ended up calling in sick for the shift. It annoyed me and I felt bad about doing so (especially on a weekend day), but I really couldn’t stay vertical for more than 2 minutes at a time. I had to sit down in the shower, I had to pause in getting dressed to go drink some water, and even after eating a quick slice of zucchini bread with almond butter, I still was all shaky and weak. So weird. Grrrr. Anyway, I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I just laid on the couch zoning out to the morning news for a few hours.
This didn’t help me feel any better either.
Sugar used to be the thing that I needed when I felt queasy and light-headed and faint, but being pregnant has made everything different. Hypoglycemia isn’t the issue and so carbs don’t fix the problem.
In hindsight, I think it was simply the heat, but I did have a TON of fluids throughout the previous evening and during the night, so I can’t really call it dehydration. Overheating? Who knows.
I had a seitan and millet bowl for lunch and started to feel much better afterwards. Randomly, what I’ve noticed is that the thing that seems to make my annoying symptoms go away is protein. It’s probably why eggs in the morning are my preferred choice at the moment. And why the seitan helped, but the oats didn’t.
Kyle and I took a stroll to the beach in later on, and watched the sea planes go back and forth between the ocean and the Sepulveda fires. They were doing pretty fast laps, landing just off the shore, scooping up water, and flying back to dump it on the flames. It was really cool to watch.
Going with the protein theory, I had cannellini beans and cherry tomatoes with garlic infused olive oil and salt for a snack. Aside from being delicious and vegan, it made me feel better. So did a cold shower.
For dinner I had leftovers, including a gardein chili-lime chik’n breast (that had been in the freezer from a previous WF trip) as well as millet and peas.
Faux meat products aren’t usually my thing, but it was pretty good. I don’t think having a gardein breast every few months will kill me.
I swear, I had at LEAST two liters of water after dinner. Plus a gingerberry kombucha. Are these new bottles? The glass was so dark.
The next morning I had to work, so I tested my protein theory and had a fried egg with my zucchini bread for breakfast #1.
The egg wasn’t really fried. I made it in the microwave the night before in a glass bowl sprayed with non-stick. One minute wonder.
The rest of my work food was the same stuff I had previously packed for Saturday.
My second breakfast (at work) was half of a sweet potato with two fried eggs.
My lunch was a millet + kale sauté + avocado combo.
The day before I added a ton of kale to a frying pan with a glug or two of sesame oil. Once it had wilted down, I added a sauce mix of tahini and Bragg’s aminos thinned out with water. And topped it with sesame seeds.
So that’s where the sautéed kale came from. I added even MORE kale on top, in the form of kale chips. It looks like seaweed, which also could have been a nice addition.
I don’t even remember what else I had in my lunch box. People at work seem to LOVE making comments on my eating habits. Someone commented that my lunch box was so much bigger now (ummm, false, it’s the same lunch box I’ve always used and is just as packed thankyouverymuch). Another person said I was feeling sick because I wasn’t eating meat (ummm, false, again). And yet another person told me that I was crazy (and implied I was a bad mom) for not eating meat and dairy at this time in my life (rude and invasive much?). People! I didn’t even reply to any of these comments because it’s not even worth my time. I know WAY more about what’s in my food than any of the people I just mentioned so their opinions don’t mean much to me. I had another coworker overhear the whole thing and pull me aside later to offer support and tell me people are crazy and I’m clearly healthy and happy and to keep doing my thing. It was really nice. Most of my coworkers are like that. It’s just odd that people feel it’s acceptable to make a statement about something so personal. Can you imagine if I told someone fasting for religious reasons during her pregnancy that she was a bad mother? I don’t think so. That’s not my business. If only there was a nice way to say “butt out”! If you don’t want to feed your baby kale and beans and potatoes, that’s your deal. If I don’t want to feed my baby beef and cream, that’s mine. Cool?
I had a pretty busy work day (my patients weren’t very stable), so when I got off work, this text from Kyle made my night!
Not only had he gone grocery shopping (and picked up the exact popcorn and GF pretzels I like), but he had made dinner. And left some for me. Score.
Normally he makes a very basic tortilla espanola with just eggs and potatoes, but this time he added in peas, and tomato and basil (from the garden).
I started with a modest serving. But who are we kidding – I definitely ended up finishing the entire portion he left me.
*I don’t mean to sound like a know-it-all here. I just find science-based/educational sources more reliable and therefore place more weight in that information as I go through pregnancy. There’s PLENTY I don’t know, but I research the crap out of it until I find the answer from a trustworthy resource.