Warning to the reader: This post is a little graphic. I apologize before hand, I feel that there is merit in speaking of the facts as they are, at times, without a sugary coating. Please don't be offended.
I am a big advocate of eating a whole food diet. My husband and I spend extra every month on foods that are labeled organic, and not because it's trendy. We do it because, having researched, and having felt the differences in our own bodies, we really do feel that what we ingest has a profound impact on our lives, our health, our mental status, and our future children.
And now here I am expecting our second child! Woohoo!! The only downside to this is morning sickness.
As I was sitting the other day, dry heaving over my bowl of organic soaked oatmeal, (here's a great post with some insight into why I soak my grains), I realized, as I had when I was pregnant with my first child, all I really wanted to eat was a bowl of ramen noodles, aka death in a bag. Oh the irony of it! I choked down two bites of oatmeal, crawled to the bathroom and sat in front of the toilet. After napping with my son I choked down three more bites, and again proceeded to dry heave. This brought us to about 12:30, when my superhero husband got home for lunch (I'm lucky, huh? I get to see my husband everyday for lunch!). I cried to him that every healthy option I have in my kitchen sincerely made me want to vomit, and that all I'd been able to eat was 5 bites of oatmeal. He smiled at me and swept me off to the store where he insisted that we buy the first thing that sounded remotely palatable, which ended up being an egg-roll. What is with pregnancy and chinese food anyway? (Please note, I am not usually this much of a baby... I hope anyway. I was really tired, and felt rotten.)
Here is my question for you, and I sincerely want to know your thoughts: If you were in this situation, what would you do? Is it better to eat the ramen noodles, (or egg-roll as it were), because, at least it's something? Or is it better to maintain one's dietary integrity, (which I assure you I would if I really felt like I could), and choke down that detestable oatmeal for the sake of the unborn baby? Thoughts?