At Least the Pillow Wasn't Missing

Oh the things that you dream when you can't eat everything that you WANT to! This morning I woke up and was salivating on my pillow, for real! I had been dreaming that Tony and I were at a bakery. While he was talking to "Pierre" I was loading up on yummy bakery confections that were called Bear Claws but were really a mixture between a traditional Bear Claw (I don't even think I've ever had a BITE of one of those) and a long john (my favorite pastry). I had a long skinny box that housed six of these humongous things. I had them all lined up and took a nibble out of one. Not getting any of the filling, I took another bite only to discover it was lemon! Ick! I took inventory and found out that five of the six were indeed lemon, so I was getting ready to switch them out but had to get that nasty lemon taste out of my mouth. So I picked up the one that was creme-filled and took a HUGE bite.

That's when I woke up and found myself drooling! How disappointing to find out that a pastry didn't sound in the least like ANYTHING I wanted for breakfast. It would have been a nice change from eggs. On the other hand, I would have been very upset to find out that I was dreaming about a made-up pastry that didn't exist. Not a good thing for a prego mama with a craving.

Quirks

Okay, so we're taking out stock in Kraft now. Macaroni and Cheese and Ham and Swiss Lunchables. It's honestly the ONLY things that taste good to me. I miss my appetite.

Last night, Tony was fixing supper for himself and the girls. I asked, "Do we have any leftover macaroni in the fridge?" He stopped mid stride, turned around and said, "You want macaroni and cheese again!?" It's one of three things that taste normal to me. I've TRIED to eat other foods. Even requested Culver's the other night. But it just didn't taste right. I do not remember this part lasting past the severe nausea for the other kids. In the past, if something sounded good it tasted good, too. Maybe that's my sign that this is a boy? Doubt it! loL!

And on another note of quirkiness, let me tell you...the Styrofoam cups at the dollar store are indeed made of something different than the stronger, higher quality ones Tony has gotten at Walmart. I can SMELL it and TASTE it when I drink my iced Gatorade. (Yep, taking out stock in Gatorade, too.)

And, last, anyone want some leftover Ritz Crackers? I can't eat them with my Lunchables. They are too sweet. So I substitute saltines (and let me tell you, saltines and laptops don't go together very well. Can you say crumbs on the keyboard?) I only tear back the packaging to reveal the meat and cheese. So the crackers are guaranteed fresh! loL!

Cravings

First off, let me preface this post with a statement. No, I am not pregnant!

I was looking at a picture of a variety of candy. It had a particular candy bar that never appealed to me pre-pregnancy w/Janae nor does it appeal to me now. But it did once-upon-a-time. So here I divulge my pregnancy cravings (probably more for my record than yours...I've been wanting to do a scrap book page of this info for some time now.)

Pregnancy for Britnee:

• Chocolate donut or Hostess cupcake along with a carton of white milk. I would stop by the donut shop or gas station every day on the way to work and get this for my breakfast. I rarely drank white milk even as a baby...my mom hated it so she gave me chocolate - always (well, after I came off formula anyway)! (In fact, I knew I was pregnant with Alita, our first angel baby, before the pregnancy test showed positive because I woke up one morning, grabbed a brownie and a glass of white milk. Sat down at the table for breakfast, took my first bite and then went, "uh oh!" But that craving ended with the second pregnancy.)


• McDonald's Chocolate Milkshake. Mid-afternoon, my doting father (much to some of my student's parents disapproval) would stop by the school and say he was on his way to town, did I need anything? Of course, my answer was, "a chocolate milkshake if it's not too much trouble". (and it never was...I was the baby :) Now, understand, I LOVE chocolate (you already knew that didn't you?) but milkshakes were FAR down the list of acceptable chocolate indulgences when I wasn't pregnant. So this was new to me.


• Any kind of sandwich (ham and cheese sub, hamburger, Whopper, etc.) had to be accompanied with lettuce, tomato and mayo.


• Spaghetti. I ATE spaghetti before I was pregnant, but only if I had to. I certainly never ordered it off a menu by choice until now.

Pregnancy for Janae:

• chocolate chip cookies. I was a strange child in that I never cared for peppermints, candy canes, ice cream or chocolate chip cookies. But bring on those pregnancy hormones and it'll do crazy things. I especially loved the big cc cookies sold in Target cafeterias.


• Hershey Bar with Almonds. I HATED any kind of nut except walnuts. But I honestly think I consumed a Hershey Bar a day while I was prego for this child! And it HAD to have almonds. I always tell her that's why her eyes are the color of milk chocolate :)
  (note of interest: I could not drink Pepsi or anything sweet at all during this pregnancy and for several months post pregnancy- to this day, Janae is the child that will choose water over other drinks 90% of the time)

Pregnancy for Kerrigan:

• chocolate chip cookies (again, but Chips Ahoy or Famous Amos, this time around :)


• M&M's


• plain chocolate chips by the handful - let 'em melt in your mouth....mmmmmmm...


• Crafts of any kind


• ice cold water in a clear acrylic glass w/beads of condensation glistening

I am sure you are finding these last two hilarious, but I was so sick with her pregancy that I would lie in bed or on the couch and dream of the day when I felt good enough to do crafts or drink all the water I wanted - liquids were as hard for me to keep down as food.
(Again, I could not do Pepsi or sweet drinks - found out it was due to gall bladder issues - but I was able to start drinking Pepsi again shortly after I had her. She LOVES pop more than water, so I have concluded that it is a learned behavior in the early months of childhood not anything to do with pregancy!)