I like to be able to joke that my children came from the cabbage patch, seeing as I was eating like a rabbit raiding Mr McGregor’s garden for both my pregnancies. It’s a nice fit.
All the greens, all the time – and for most of the first trimester, my face was matching the leaves on my plate.
Yes, I’m a vegetarian. I have been for many years and was well before falling pregnant for the first time six years ago.
I have many reasons for not eating meat, but the main one is because I just don’t enjoy the taste. Never have. Sunday roasts, barbecue chicken and Christmas dinners are all the meals everybody looked forward to…but I dreaded. I tucked into the side of veg with gusto but pushed the meat around on my plate, hating that someone had spent time cooking something for me that I couldn’t bring myself to eat.
Rarely ordering a meat dish on a restaurant menu, one day I decided to go ‘full veg’ and stop eating meat altogether. It was a relief to just tell people I was vegetarian rather than disappoint them for not sampling their cooking or declining invites to dinner parties so I didn’t have to make a fuss about an alternative meal.
Being a vegetarian is easy. We are spoilt for choice with an abundance of fresh produce and a range of vegetarian foods that go from the sublime (gimme allll the salt and pepper tofu) to the ridiculous (there’s no faking the love for fake bacon).
I mean, how good is tofu? via GIPHY