Thirteen years ago on Memorial Day or so, I lost a friend of mine. I don’t actually know all the details of her death, but it started with preeclampsia that did not resolve through delivery of her child. She went through many months of treatment in an ICU in St. Louis before her organs finally shut down.
And so I lost a friend, and so the specter of preeclampsia started to haunt me.
Just feed me meat.
I love a good tisane as much as anyone else, but I’m starting to think that this might be more related to my lack of appetite and the realization two weeks ago that I wasn’t getting enough protein.
So eff it. I’m going to keep doing what’s actually making me feel better: eating more. Even though — and I must be honest here — a giant plate of eggs or ground beef is making my stomach turn. When I finish them, though, I feel fine. Great even. It’s getting started that’s hard.
The closest I’ve come so far to anything studied or peer-reviewed is on this site…which also talks about homeopathy (HEAVY SIGH) and links to Dr. Sears (HEAVIER SIGH), but at least talks about the extremely limited studies and theories as to why the Dr. Brewer diet might work. (Edited to add: Then again, maybe it’s all bullshit.)
This is the problem with pregnancy: no one wants to test on pregnant ladies. I am my own experiment.
Anyway, off to eat a plate of eggs.