So there was a time in my life when I didn’t have much food and I was thankful to be a waitress then b/c I could eat for free at work. My breakfast, if I had any, was usually toast or Cheerios. Lunch was Ramen soup and a peanut butter sandwich. It was all I could afford. Dinner was at the restaurant if I was working that night. If I wasn’t, it was Ramen soup and another peanut butter sandwich. Water to drink. Sometimes milk if it was on sale. I wasn’t hungry, but I wasn’t eating anything close to like I eat now. I didn’t enjoy most of what I was eating, but it was food and that was enough.
Fast forward to today at WalMart. I heard a lady laughing at her two daughters who were complaining that they were starving. The girls were teens and a bit chubby. She cracked up at them and told them it would take them a long time to starve. I smiled at her. It was cute and funny all at once.
Or was it?
I was just talking to my sister on the phone. I try not to complain about this pregnancy because of what happened last time and because this will be my last pregnancy and because there are women out there who would give a kidney along with their left arm to be able to conceive as easily as I have. But she’s my sister so I am free-er with her. Anyway, I start to get hungry around 4:30 every single day and no matter how much food I eat I am still hungry when I go to bed at night around 10:30. By the 3 a.m. pee, my stomach feels like it’s eating itself and growls angrily. I’ve been tempted to eat a bowl of cereal at 3 a.m. It’s disgusting. I mean it really is disgusting. So we joked that when we’re pregnant we don’t just get hungry… no, we get starving. And it feels just like that. One minute you’re satisfied and fine, the next minute you’re in search of the easiest meal you can shove in your mouth in the next 5 minutes before the nausea kicks in and the tum starts to rumble. It’s really disgusting.
So I’m in my kitchen baking chicken taquitos for my healthy bedtime snack. When they came steaming out of the oven, I said out loud, “I feel so sorry for poor women who are pregnant”. I said that and then it really sunk in. I walked into Rich’s office b/c yes he is still working and I repeated it to him. He looked sad and shook his head. “I know”. See, pregnancy is not fun. It’s really not. A blessing, absolutely. But it is not easy bringing a life into the world. The baby “robs” its mother of everything. All the best stuff goes to the baby first, the mom gets the leftovers. That’s the God’s honest truth. So a poor woman carrying a baby must be the greatest physical challenge besides being permanently handicapped in some way.
Hungry… and pregnant?
I just can’t imagine it. I can’t. And I’m so glad I can’t.
But what about the women who are. Right now. This minute. Hungry, malnourished, sick, poor, and pregnant.
Pray for them.
Because they are starving.
And I’m not.
And neither are you.