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Even in my darkest moments of feverish Googling, I knew it wasn’t really about the blue cheese or the cookie dough. It was about anxiety and the fear that somehow I would jeopardize this pregnancy, that I would violate the umbilical connection with my child through my own carelessness. Early onset mother’s guilt. As my uterus ballooned, my ligaments loosened, and the pandemic raged, there was little I could control other than food. And so, I used my love of eating, which has defined and empowered me at every other point in my adult life, as a receptacle for my panging angst. While punishing myself for eating the wrong thing or obsessing over eating the wrong thing, I also castigated myself for my entitled self-absorption. Navigating the dark tunnels of my anxiety, the fact of my privilege was writ large at every turn. While women the world over wondered where their next meal came from, I had the privilege of pickiness, a socioeconomic security that allowed me the time and space to analyze every bite. In refugee camps, shelters, and many households, expectant mothers don’t have regular access to nourishing, fresh food, much less the option to reject a meal or ingredient. Who was I to spend hours concerned with the infinitesimal chance that something I ate would hurt my fetus? I’ve returned to this unoriginal thought often, about those less fortunate, the things we tell children to show them how lucky they are. I was privileged to be physically healthy, in a low-risk pregnancy without conditions like gestational diabetes, disordered eating, or life-threatening allergies. And, unlike many, I was privileged to have a support system who reassured and soothed me with love and grace in my most broken, unreasonable moments.
I called Mexican restaurants to ensure that their Cotija was pasteurized. I pored over years-old message boards describing the horrors of overconsuming stuffed grape leaves (vitamin A, apparently) or sipping hibiscus tea (unspecified complications, as far as I could understand). As I fixated on what might come out of my body—blood being the primary fear—I couldn’t stop analyzing what went into my body. It seemed that anything I put in my mouth could present a potential hazard to the fragile, fresh human nestled in my organs. When my nausea finally abated, I worried about that too. Was I no longer pregnant? Were my symptoms waning? Friends recommended Emily Oster’s Expecting Better, which uses data-based reasoning to debunk pregnancy myths around wine-drinking, litter boxes, tuna sandwiches, and more. It didn’t help. My husband assured me more times than I could count that I was more likely to be hit by lightning than encounter listeria. It was no use. My mother reminded me often that during her pregnancies, she didn’t alter her diet or ever take a prenatal vitamin, and my brothers and I had turned out, in her estimation, pretty well. I took comfort in her words for a few minutes, before promptly finding a new verboten food I’d unknowingly consumed. When I ate the myriad ingredients that were said to pose no risk, I still managed to find a problem. Was the lettuce really washed properly? Did those scallops seem a bit underdone to anyone else?
The early months of motherhood have brought unspeakable joys and ample challenges. They’ve also repaired my relationship with eating. Menus and grocery stores are once again a solace instead of a mental battlefield. The night I gave birth, I ate sushi, savoring the cool, supple rectangles of salmon and the pop of fish roe, soy sauce dripping down my hospital gown. I once again lick my fingers after peeling fatty rounds of soppressata and mortadella off wax paper sheets and take pleasure in eating the most unpasteurized of cheeses. But I haven’t forgotten the way I turned my biggest joy against myself. My daughter is only three months old as I write this; all she knows is breast milk. But I’ve already started thinking about the food adventures that lie ahead and the sense of excitement and fulfillment I hope we share around eating. And, though we are far from contemplating a sibling for her, when I think of a future pregnancy I’m resolute: I’m eating the blue cheese.
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