Usually when I am pregnant I am besieged by cravings.
With Pen, it was Taco Bell and Boston Market mashed potatoes. But then Boston Market closed and I had to do with KFC mashed potatoes-- not quite the same, but they did the trick.
When I was pregnant with Ginger, I craved chimichangas from a local restaurant near where we lived at the time. I also ate a lot of fresh fruits and veggies from the nearby farmer's market.
With both boys, I really craved sweets. This is odd, since I normally don't like sweets and very rarely indulge. I drank a ton of homemade smoothies when I was pregnant with Bud, too. Big made me want mexican salads. A lot of them.
This time around, I have eaten a veggie sandwich made with havarti cheese, tomatoes and banana peppers from the garden (and armenian cucumber before Big dug it up) almost every day since the garden started producing. Hands down, this still sounds better to me than anything. I have also been craving chips something fierce. Luckily they go well with sandwiches.
I have discovered greek yogurt, too. I try to have some of that every day for the protein. I also eat a lot of cottage cheese with tomato or fruit and green beans or zucchini on the side. I will be a sad pregnant lady when the garden dies off.
I had a hankering for a chimichanga yesterday, so tonight I ate one. It just didn't do. I realized as I was eating that it was one of the chimichangas from the local restaurant where we used to live that I needed to satisfy the craving. Guess that's not going to happen. Bummer.
Sweets have sounded pretty disgusting to me for the most part this time around. Does it signal a girl, perhaps? Only 2 more weeks to wait, and then we'll know. Or maybe we'll just keep it a secret....