Without question, my top two, first trimester, food aversions were the smell of coffee and the very thought of salmon. Ugh.
It is certainly interesting how a kumquat-sized developing-baby can wreak such havoc on a gal’s routine. But really. My life did an instantaneous 180. All of the things that I had once held dear were either, all of a sudden, off limits or nausea-inducing (or both). For about three weeks, I sustained myself on 4-L bottles of water and toast slathered with butter and topped with aged cheddar cheese. Yup. Not my usual mandate.