One of the most common questions I am asked about my pregnancy, other than the due date, revolves around any food cravings I might be having. Yes, people seem to find this fascinating. With Ava the answer was simple: milk and fruit! milk and fruit! milk and fruit! With this baby, however, I’ve found no recurrent theme to what I crave. It changes daily. Frequently. Wildly.
Take last week, for instance. One day in my classroom a student mentioned Crab Rangoon, a wonderful Chinese delight. Immediately my taste buds began to perspire and the muscles of my throat quivered uncontrollably. I could barely wait the few hours to the end of my day. Yes, on the way home, I stopped at China Wok. I HAD TO DO IT!
Also, with Ava, I was SuperMom and ate healthier than I ever had or ever will in this lifetime. Limited sugar and fast food, with NO SODAS! NONE! WHATSOEVER! In fact, this practice continued through the subsequent nine months of breastfeeding. If you know me at all, you know what a monumental feat this accomplishment was for me.
Unfortunately, I am no longer SuperMom. Damn.
Yes, I occasionally consume soda, albeit caffeine-free. Yes, I eat fast food at least once a week (sometimes more—gulp). Yes, I do feel guilty about it. But I can’t seem to stop myself. So if I have any recurrent theme to my cravings this time around, it is desiring things that are unfortunately bad for me. In my defense, however, I drink gallons of water a day, monitor protein, fruits, and vegetables, and take multiple vitamins per day. So while I am succumbing to some weak cravings, I am nonetheless remaining sensible about this pregnancy. Let’s not forget I am still the old Lori Thyen in many ways, and she would never tolerate less than one’s best effort.
Of course, right now I’m shushing her so I can go out and get a loaded cheeseburger with fries. And a Sprite! And maybe a Blizzard for dessert! With a pickle on the side!
Take last week, for instance. One day in my classroom a student mentioned Crab Rangoon, a wonderful Chinese delight. Immediately my taste buds began to perspire and the muscles of my throat quivered uncontrollably. I could barely wait the few hours to the end of my day. Yes, on the way home, I stopped at China Wok. I HAD TO DO IT!
Also, with Ava, I was SuperMom and ate healthier than I ever had or ever will in this lifetime. Limited sugar and fast food, with NO SODAS! NONE! WHATSOEVER! In fact, this practice continued through the subsequent nine months of breastfeeding. If you know me at all, you know what a monumental feat this accomplishment was for me.
Unfortunately, I am no longer SuperMom. Damn.
Yes, I occasionally consume soda, albeit caffeine-free. Yes, I eat fast food at least once a week (sometimes more—gulp). Yes, I do feel guilty about it. But I can’t seem to stop myself. So if I have any recurrent theme to my cravings this time around, it is desiring things that are unfortunately bad for me. In my defense, however, I drink gallons of water a day, monitor protein, fruits, and vegetables, and take multiple vitamins per day. So while I am succumbing to some weak cravings, I am nonetheless remaining sensible about this pregnancy. Let’s not forget I am still the old Lori Thyen in many ways, and she would never tolerate less than one’s best effort.
Of course, right now I’m shushing her so I can go out and get a loaded cheeseburger with fries. And a Sprite! And maybe a Blizzard for dessert! With a pickle on the side!
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