I am as stoic as the next gal. I know regular aches are the price to pay for exercise. And recognize scarier pains as warnings to make an appointment with a professional. I also know I am a very good cook. I glide around the kitchen preparing a several course meal while making it look far too easy.
So when my morning sickness took hold of me hard, I was slightly taken for a loop. Whereas with a flu, there a promise of redemption from the pukey feeling in 48 hours, morning sickness may last all day for as many days as the pregnancy lasts. Yet I know this is the price I’m paying for my deepest wish and prayer coming true. Endure it I must.
I was making breakfast several weeks ago, when I had to leave the hot pans on the stove, go throw up, and return to finish cooking. That was the only actual puke I’ve had but it brought these thoughts to me.
My usual cooking is a walk in the park; pleasant and satisfying and I get a little exercise and then a shower. Pregnant cooking is like climbing a steep ugly hill. I look up at the hill and know the journey’s going to suck. And consider if the climb is really worth it.
In my case, I can not afford nor would I want to eat out constantly. So I think of cooking as something I must endure to the end and with an alto brief enjoyment of the meal and the leftovers. I am sure that enduring chronic pain and discomfort of any degree is something we will all experiences at some point in our human existence. Mind over matter means we ask ourselves to endure for the greater good.
Eventually, we will need to put up with ourselves and soldier on headed for the ultimate benefit of what we’re after. Whether that ultimate goal is chicken tacos, a day hike up some cliffs to view the ocean from up high, or time spent with a grandchild playing a game that challenges our arthritic fingers, sometimes we have to see beyond the discomfort of now for the benefit of the future. And possibly have a good self-pity cry in the kitchen between tasks. Or was that just me?