When Pregnancy Cravings Attack

I ate so many bean burritos with sour cream throughout my pregnancy, I’m surprised I didn’t give birth to a 7 pound 9 ounce burrito. I guess I sort of did when you consider that babies look like burritos when they’re swaddled, minus the cheese.

I went crazy for potatoes; mashed, baked, fries, hash browns, you name it. There were a few times I considered eating a raw potato because I didn’t feel like I could wait. Pregnancy hunger made me feel like I could even eat my own arm if I didn’t get food right away. After I had my daughter I thought the crazy hunger would calm down, but when I was pumping, my need for food this very second seemed almost as bad.

It surprises me that the little hummingbird refuses to have anything to do with potatoes, but my hubby says it’s probably because I ate so many while she was in the womb that it’s enough to last her a lifetime. I had to have ginger ale almost every day (I still have to have some in the house) and it can’t be any brand. It had to be Canada Dry.

I went completely crazy when it came to orange juice and anything that was fruity. I’m usually a chocoholic so it was weird when I would want something like lemon meringue pie over a brownie. My husband and I still joke about my crazy obsession with orange juice while pregnant. Towards the end of my pregnancy, we would have to get 2 one gallon containers of it a week.

The first time I realized I had a love affair with orange juice was at the beginning of my second trimester. I couldn’t sleep because my hubby was snoring and I had “morning” sickness 24/7. I was in bed and finally got comfortable when I got this massive craving for OJ. As much as I wanted it, I didn’t want to get out of bed, so I figured it would be there when I got up in the morning and it wasn’t likely that my hubby would drink what’s left of it.

When I got up that morning I sprinted to the fridge and saw there wasn’t any orange juice left. Then I saw that the empty container was in the recycling bin. I felt like I was in a slow motion scene from a movie when someone yells out noooooooo! The hormones were creeping up in me and I called my husband who was at work. When he answered the phone I wasn’t screaming and didn’t even raise my voice. I’m pretty sure that pregnancy hormones come out in our voice for our guys to hear just like dog whistles for dogs.

When I asked him if he drank the last of the orange juice he said “uhhhhhhh,” like he thought I was going to jump through the phone and rip his head off. Both of them.

Then he said he was so sorry and would get more on the way home. I cheerily responded with, “Okay, thanks, love you, bye,” which probably sounded to him like ‘you’re in deep sh*t and I’m going to kill you for drinking the last of the orange juice that OUR BABY needs when you get home‘.

Not that I ever said anything like that anytime during my pregnancy (I totally did).

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