"When do you suppose you'll get back to your writing and your blog?" This was the question my husband posed to me this past week when I was just moping around being a couch potato with nothing more than the urge to NOT eat.
For the past 5 weeks or so my life has been a bit confusing and out of sorts. I had lost my urge to write and just wanted to watch TV, sleep, feel nauseous, and not very emotionally stable.
Yes that's right folks. The fertile grounds of Argentina as my brother called it. It seems that not long after arriving we were fortunate enough to finally get our wish, but I had been keeping it more or less under wraps, with just a hint here and there.
Of course, I originally had other plans, at least for the first year. I was planning to stuff myself on parilla for the first three months. I was planning to to start riding horses again. I wanted the chance to travel all over Argentina sans big belly. I wanted to enjoy life without having to worry about where the next bathroom might be.
Instead, I have snubbed parilla, to be exact, for the last several weeks when even the mere smell of the parillas in the neighborhood turned me as green as a St. Patricks Day elf. This is coming from a woman who LOVES parilla.
A trip to the local Jumbo and passing what seemed like endless meat counters was like visiting a war zone for me. Imagine me hastily leaving the cart with the husband (who loves meat and wasn't doing well either - yes other halves you will suffer too) and doing the mad dash while holding my breath, to the other side of the store.
And why is it that when I do want to eat, I've had to try to find every food that is NOT readily available here, causing me to put our cries of help in the Buenos Aires Newcomers group!
I've just been eagerly awaiting the end of this first part of the pregnancy. And besides, all food aversions and cravings, and departed wishes for a first year full of travel, I do have lots to look forward to.
Argentina is a family oriented country, and the prospects for having a pampered pregnancy abound. Here I've already got great private health insurance that makes my U.S. health insurance look like it was created by a pre-schooler. People are EXCEEDINGLY nice when they learn that I'm "in that way" bending over backwards to take care of me. And besides, it's a pleasure to see parking spots, not just for people with kids in strollers, which, I'm sorry, fall to a lower level here, but for expecting mothers!
As for the horseback riding, well I guess that will wait until next year, and maybe the "kid" will be riding horses before walking.
The travel, well we'll still manage to get some of that in this first year, just not as much as we planned.
As for the bathrooms. Well who knows, maybe b y the end of the pregancy, I'll be able to map out for the tourists, every single free bathroom in Argentina!
So I will give up my expectations for the first year here, since I'm getting so many other good things in return and will look to the future.
And yes dear husband (and readers), I'm finally getting back in the mood to write, now that I'm feeling better!
but p.s. if you're coming to visit, I'll still accept gifts in kind of food...cheddar cheese, Hellmans mayo from the States, dark chocolate, etc. ;-)