I have heard about pica and the odd non-food cravings. With Will, I did have a phase of wanting ice, but it was never overwhelming and I didn't feel bad crunching away on a few cubes here and there.
The past two days, however, I have been wanting. . . dreaming. . . fantasizing. . . about eating SAND.
That's right. Beach sand.
And not just any sand. What I really want is Columbia River beach sand. The type of salty, tangy, gritty stuff I used to get in my mouth (accidentally) as a small child on trips to the river. Now, back then, I didn't get the sand in my mouth on purpose, and it was never very much, but I can clearly remember the feel and taste of it. And I want it again. Bad.
I'd take some sandbox sand right about now, but I seriously cannot stop thinking about eating sand. Of course, I googled it. Normal pica, folks, and they don't know what causes it or how to stop it, but this is definitely one pregnancy craving that I won't be indulging.
I guess I'll have to settle for one of my other loves. Red Vines. In a large tub. It ain't sand, but it'll do.