Martha Stewart I Am Not

Since I got pregnant, my interest in cooking as been completely nonexistant. It's really starting to become a problem.

At first, I couldn't stand to look at any of the ingredients. Even after the nausea went away, I just did not have the energy to go to work all day and then come home and deal with making a nice dinner. It was kind of an effort just to steam vegetables in the microwave. Between pregnancy, gallbladder issues, and low iron levels, I still feel tired easily, so that hasn't helped either. I'm still functioning at below pre-pregnancy levels for sure. Plus, me and meat still do not get along. Honestly--I will not touch ground beef again til after this baby is born, and the smell of chicken is positively revolting. Those are cheap meats, so without them, what can you make? Spaghetti every night? The hubs doesn't eat cheese, so that eliminates a whole mess of dishes.

I have major guilt about this. I do not want to be one of those moms that doesn't ever cook, but for real? I have had cereal for dinner more times than I care to admit because A) I keep waiting for Mr. ABC123 to be ready for dinner but he never is (sleeping during the day messes your eating schedule ALL up), or B) I come home from work and decide to rest until my energy returns before I finally decide that if it hasn't shown up by 9, it isn't coming back and I have to feed the baby something.

Mr. ABC123 couldn't care less because he grew up with a mother who didn't cook at home, so he's used to fending for himself--but I hate that. It's my job to get food on the table, but it's hard to feel anything other than dread about cooking right now between the meat, the smells, and the plain old effort it takes. I'm usually a menu planner, but these days there's an excellent chance that what I had planned to cook sounds positively repulsive to me by the time it's time to cook it.
Usually on Sunday afternoons I can get it together and make a nice meal for our Sunday night meal together. Today I had the best of intentions to make a decent meal, but I ended up putting a steak on the Foreman grill (not even marinated) and steaming some corn on the cob in the microwave. I couldn't even muster up a green vegetable. Really, a chimpanzee could've made that lunch.

Am I the only person this has happened to? Am I really just that lazy?

At least after we move, my mom and I can split the cooking duties....plus, since we won't be buying two completely seperate sets of groceries (just snacks and certain items we prefer), I can use part of our grocery budget to build our stockpile of toiletries and paper items like razors, shampoo, deodorant, toilet paper, etc. It's going to get used eventually, and anything I can buy now means one more thing I don't have to worry about buying with an itty-bitty baby in tow. Thumbs up for that.