When I was pregnant with the hummingbird I had insane cravings for 4 things.
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 your consider that babies look like burritos when they’re swaddled, minus the cheese.
I went crazy for potatoes; mashed, baked, fries, hashbrowns, any way. 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 couldn’t be any brand. It had to be Canada Dry. It was rare that I couldn’t find that brand but if my hubby and I were somewhere and they didn’t have it, he would immediately say he was sorry.
My hubby never really apologized for anything before I was pregnant and doesn’t do it that often now. But when I was pregnant and hormonal with the little hummingbird, if I just looked at him and he thought I was mad even if I wasn’t, he would say he was sorry.
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 had to call my hubby who was at work. When he answered the phone I wasn’t screaming and didn’t even raise my voice. I’m pretty sure though that pregnancy hormones come out in our voice for our guys to hear just like dog whistles to 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 I’m so sorry. I’ll 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 shit 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.