I still can't handle "fatty" or chocolate things, and I wouldn't at THIS time consider bagels "bad", but I know I need fruits and veggies, and in the past three days, I've had LOTS of fruit, and I plan on maintaining a healthy diet.
Funny thing is, four bagels down, and I might barf if I see another one! LOL! That's pregnancy for you!
The only reason I said that was because it happened to me. The first 7 months of my first pregnancy, I could barely eat a thing. I was throwing up over 20 times a day and had to be rehydrated at the hospital three times. I lost a lot of weight and when my appetite came back, I thought I had plenty of room to eat and grow!
I remember the day my husband brought home doughnuts. For some reason, those were the first things that made me actually want to eat. I was almost 8 months pregnant and hadn't wanted to eat for almost 8 months. So I ate the doughnuts. I can't remember how many, but more than 2 or 3.
Later I had horrible pain and went to the ER. They took me up to maternity who monitored me and all they would say is I wasn't in labor. They said it was probably Braxton Hicks. I kept telling them how painful it was - that I'd had kidney stones and it was about that painful. After being there a couple of hours the pain went away, so they sent me home.
After that, if I had a big meal, I'd be in pain. Finally, when my son was 2 months old, we were visiting my parents and it happened again. My mom insisted I go to the ER. The ER did a CT scan and said I had gallstones, did I want surgery there or did I want to go back to my town and have surgery! I decided to go home and I weaned my son in the hospital ER waiting room.

I couldn't breastfeed him any longer because I was about to be put on pain medication that he couldn't have in his system. It was one of the worst, most emotionally painful things I've had to do - forcing the bottle on him when he was crying to eat. Finally he took it.
So, then at that hospital, they did a CT scan and found nothing! They sent me home. The next day the pain was so bad I was kind of blacking out, vomitting - it was just excrutiating. I went back and they put me in the hospital for tests. They did all kinds of tests on me and didn't find anything. I remember seeing my chart and they had questioned if it were part of postpartem depression!
Again, they sent me home. I was home for 10 minutes when the doctor called me. I needed to go back to the hospital immediately. They got a test result back showing that I was very very sick. Did I want an ambulance or could my husband bring me back?
Well, it ended up that I had pancreatitis. The pain was so bad that I begged two nurses to hold my hands because I thought I was dying. I remember when I said, "I think I'm dying" (and I honestly truly did - I'd never felt that way before or since), everyone got very serious very quickly and asked me why.
Anyway they diagnosed me with idiopathic pancreatitis. I just do not want anyone else to go through that, thus the warning.
Sorry to be so long-winded.