So, I thought I was past the cravings part of pregnancy. Apparently not.
And even though I’m blissfully past the nausea part (99% of the time), I’m not fully done with food aversions either it seems. My last two weeks, food-wise, have been like this:
I told Greg and he and Rowan could direct the entire Sea World day plan as long as I was provided with soft pretzels throughout the visit. We never found any though. I ate a chocolate ice cream swirl as big as my hand instead.
I had been craving meat- sausage particularly- so I cooked shrimp and sausage paella that we like. I could barely finish one bowl, as apparently my growing daughter can’t handle *any* spice *at all*. Greg usually can’t handle spice, whereas I usually eat jalepenos no problem, and *he* was fine with the paella, so I know this pregnancy must be making me insanely sensitive. I couldn’t eat any more paella and we threw away the left over half of the meal today.
Because I’d been craving meat, I decided to make the crock pot shredded beef sandwiches Greg likes. I couldn’t even finish half a sandwich. I didn’t want meat anymore. Or at least not that meat, or not so much of it, I don’t know. Greg’s been finishing off the leftovers and I’ve been eating cereal for three days because nothing sounds appealing.
I politely requested that Greg pick up a vegetarian Bullritos order with a caffeine free diet coke for me on the way home from work yesterday. He, being a very awesome husband, and knowing that a food- related ‘request’ from a pregnant woman is mandatory, obliged despite the fact that it was pouring rain. Thankfully for all, I actually enjoyed the meal.
Today when Greg got home from work I announced I didn’t know what to eat, and I was faint from surviving on Cheerios all day. Then I declared, “I’m ordering General Tso’s chicken for take out,” and took off in our Prius while the boys dished up left overs. (Hey, they said they didn’t want anything.)
Also today I posted a plea on Facebook for the location of a place that makes caramel and chocolate covered apples, as my usual place closed down. (Yes, I had a “usual” caramel apple place from last pregnancy.) Kind local acquaintances directed me to a rumored miracle worker in the chocolate and confections industry that delivers to my neighborhood. I will have gourmet apples within the week.
I have bought the ingredients for healthy chickpea cookie dough, cherry pie, pumpkin muffins, double chocolate cookies, and homemade chocolate ice cream but I’m too tired to make any of it.
I intended to make my first cheese soufflé this week but I can’t bring myself to do it because it sounds gross now.
I inexplicably developed a love-hate relationship with lemons recently. I actually made lemon tarts, and as everyone knows, I have always previously believed that desserts lacking chocolate are malicious impostors. But I single-handedly ate the vast majority of an entire batch of lemon tarts by myself over two days. I also impulsively bought lemonade mix at the store, and I alternate between craving it and despising it.
I’ve been making myself s’mores by roasting marshmallows over my gas stove burner every few days for the past two weeks.
I think I want fried plantains right now?