The Cravings Have Arrived

Until this month, I really hadn’t had any cravings. I mean, there were foods that sounded much better than others, but mostly they were all the same foods I loved before pregnancy. Nothing was really different about my diet except that I was still pretty anti-meat, which is finally starting to get better. I mean, wanting to eat cake on a Thursday night is pretty much the status quo around here. I could hardly pretend to call that a craving as much as my day-to-day carb addiction.

And then I experienced my first craving. I was driving to my last OB visit when out of no where, I desperately wanted a hamburger from Weinerschnitzel. I know, I judge myself too. I have literally not eaten at that restaurant since I was a child, and it’s not as though they have award winning burgers or anything. But I HAD to have one. I still can’t put my finger on exactly why I wanted it, but it was so delicious I about died on the spot.

And that was just the beginning.

On Saturday on the way home from a work conference I called my husband and told him that I desperately needed a chicken gyro from a fast food place on my way home. Knowing better than to stop a pregnant woman on a mission, he agreed that picking up lunch there would be fine with him. On any normal day, the drive from that restaurant to my house would be 25-30 minutes, which was doable, even if the food ended up a little cold. Except that we both failed to realize that it was raining in LA.

After the 6 accidents and minor flooding we had to slow for, the drive took me a full hour. And the part of the gyro that I wanted the most, the tzatziki (cucumber yogurt sauce), was not just not cold, it was practically hot. And I may not be a picky eater, but when dairy is meant to be cold and has been sitting out for an hour, I don’t eat it. I have to tell you, that was the least satisfying meal of my life. I don’t even want to talk about it anymore

That night for dinner, still feeling entirely dissatisfied, my husband suggested we eat dinner while we were out shopping instead of coming home and cooking something. Nothing sounded good, no matter how long we waited until out of no where, cheesecake. All I wanted for dinner was cheesecake. My husband asked me what I wanted as an entree for my cheesecake and I looked at him like he was crazy. Did I stutter? I want CHEESECAKE FOR DINNER.

But, as a grown up, I acquiesced and had a small flatbread before ordering two pieces of cheesecake, one of which I took home and may or may not be eating right now. And it was everything I imagined it to be. Sometimes pregnancy is just so very awesome.

Now that I’ve been introduced to cravings, I am kind of sad at the prospect of not being pregnant anymore. Maybe I’ll blame dinners of cheesecake on breastfeeding. Surely that’ll work for a little while.

What’s the weirdest craving you’ve ever had while pregnant?

Article Posted 6 years Ago

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