Okay, so the past two weeks, I have had some cravings. Strike that, I have had one craving, an insatiable need that has to be fed. I have had cravings in my previous pregnancies, such as oranges the last time around. I couldn't get enough juicy goodness.
This pregnancy, I have loved sour things, as they seem to settle my stomach a bit, which seems counterintuitive. My husband is always bringing home some sort of sour treat, hoping that it will ease my nausea. Some things work, some things don't.
Yesterday, my husband started laughing as he caught me indulging in my latest cravings. I was standing at the kitchen sink, methodically eating my way through a jar of . . . pickles. He said that I looked like a druggy getting a fix, as the green juice dribbled down my chin. Yes, that's right, cliche as it sounds, I am craving the pregnancy food known world-wide. Pickles.
And not just any pickles. A certain kind of small dills, marinated in dill and lots of garlic. Just typing about them is making my mouth water.
It all started one morning when I swore that I could smell pickles. I was in my car, so I am pretty sure that was an olafactory manifestation. I was suddenly very hungry for the little devils, but I laughed it off.
The next day, while in the grocery store, I saw a display of pickles. They looked delicious. I bought a jar.
I thought about those pickles the whole way home. I unloaded the groceries and fantasized about those pickles. Finally, I gave in. I opened the jar and. . . oh, heavens above, those crunchy green beauties were the best thing I had ever had.
The jar was gone by Thursday. But it was a tiny jar.
My husband surprised with the the economy sized jar of the exact same variety (he learned his lesson by getting me the wrong lemonade one day, but that's another story) on Friday night. The jar is a quarter of the way gone.
I asked my doctor if it was okay to eat a lot of pickles. He said that luckily, the calorie and fat contact is negligent, but I have to be careful of the sodium. He recommended that I switch my cravings to watermelon by summertime, or the water retention will kill me! I told him that if I could control my cravings, pickles would not be what I stuffed into my mouth.
At least I am not craving ice cream.