The Whole Enchilada

Thursday night while Jeff went to YM/YW to teach the scouts first aid, I thought that I would be a nice wife and make Jeff some enchiladas.  I used my grandmother's enchilada receipe. 

This was the first time I had made them for Jeff.  It had been about 20+ yrs since I had made them with my Grannie.  Jeff was a little put out that I had waited 13 yrs to make them for him...oops!  I had to make 2 pans of them...I knew that the minute my Dad read this posting, he would be wondering why I hadn't invited him over, so one of the pans was for them.

All was going great until about 2am...the enchiladas started biting back!  All night/morning I was constantly being woken up by heartburn, Jeff's snoring, heartburn, heartburn, Jeff's alarm clock...it was not a good night to sleep.  It looks as though I hit 6 weeks and everything hit me back!  All day Friday I suffered from heartburn or nausea.  I needed to deliver the enchiladas to my parents and help them out a bit with their computers, so at 2pm I braved it and drove to Plano.  I was hungery, so I stopped by a Chick-Fil-A on the way.  As soon as the sandwich entered my car, I had an instant wave of nausea hit.  I then decided that eating some McD french fries probably wouldn't be bad, so I stopped and picked up some.  When I got to my parents' house, I offered my sandwich to my Dad and then after I had eaten just a handful of french fries, I gave him the rest of those too!

Friday night was ward temple night, Jeff & I had planned on going, but after the day I was having eating wise, I was begining to feel a little scared about going.  Jeff went without me.  I went home and found some noodles my Mom had dropped off a few weeks ago and ate those without any incidence. whew!  On his way home from the temple, Jeff stopped by and picked up a loaf of bread.  He started thinking about the way I was feeling and started asking himself what would he want to eat if he was in my shoes...it came to him, "Amy's Grilled Cheese Sandwiches".  Jeff has told me on countless occasions that anytime he wasn't feeling good, Amy would go into the kitchen and surprise him with a grilled cheese sandwich.  To this day he swears that hers are the best!  He didn't know how to make a grilled cheese sandwich, so he did the next best thing...he made me some cinnamon toast and surprised me with it!  How did I luck out with such a kind, thoughtful, wonderful man like Jeff?!?!?!

So I guess I need to be on my guard a little more with my food.  Today Jeff braved the grilled cheese sandwich.  I thought they were kind of soggy...apparently he buttered both sides of the toast, put cheese in the middle and stuck it in the oven until the cheese melted.  Oh well, it is the thought that counts!

I am off now to make some sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes for our ward Christmas party.  Hopefully I will feel better and will brave eating something, but we shall see.  I am now a little gun shy when it comes to food.  I guess I am not as bullet proof with the nausea/pregnancy stuff like I once thought I was!