One of the first questions people ask when they find out I’m pregnant is, “Do you have any strange cravings?” The thing I’ve discovered is that sometimes it takes the careful eye of a close observer (i.e. my husband) to recognize cravings. When I was pregnant with Megan, I craved bacon 24-7. A typical day began with stopping at McDonalds on my way to work for a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. For lunch I’d walk to the greasy diner near my office and order a BLT sandwich. In the evening I’d dream of bacon. I couldn’t stomach walking through the meat department at the grocery store so unless I could convince Adam to go to the store, we did not eat bacon for dinner. It took a week or so of repeating this pattern for the lightbulb to come on and for me to acknowledge my want need for bacon.
Unlike the great bacon incident, I can’t recall food cravings during my pregnancy with Paul. (I just liked to eat.) Recently I’ve been craving eggs. I’ve always liked eggs but this pregnancy takes it to a new level. I’m sure that it’s not normal to wake up with such egg-anticipation. Scrambled eggs, fried eggs, hard boiled eggs. Yum. Last Saturday Adam went to the Little Italy Mercato farmer’s market and brought back a dozen fresh eggs for me to eat to my heart’s contentment. Thanks Adam for the sweet gift!
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I miss eggs! I usually eat a ton of them but haven’t been able to stomach them the past few months. However, after being a vegetarian for 7 years I just HAD to have a BLT the other day.
So the bacon thing, I totally get!
With Tonia, I craved ‘White Castle sliders’. This was really strange because I can’t stand them generally.
With Nathan, I craved salads with “italian dressing & bleu cheese dressings’, mixed. (again, yuck!)
With Brandon, I craved the smell of ‘gasoline’, which may explain his obsession with motorcycles, trucks, cars or anything with a motor.
With Autumn, I craved ‘french fries dipped in chocolate shakes’. BTW Autumn loves that combination, always has. I on the other hand don’t really care for it.