When I was pregnant with my firstborn, I didn’t have much morning sickness or any odd cravings. I did, however, go through a period where I only wanted M&M McFlurries. Frankly, I consider it a miracle that I didn’t birth an M&M rather than a human baby.
So when I discovered I was pregnant with my second child, I anticipated the same sort of pregnancy.
But I was wrong. My second pregnancy started out status quo, but by the end of the first month, I was so sick and tired, and tired and sick, and sick and tired of being sick and tired.
An extended family vacation took place during this time and, sadly, I spent most of it laying down begging people to watch after my daughter so that I could continue my routine of feeling miserable.
In addition to the family vacation, there was a wedding that I had to attend and my gift was a quilt, that I had planned on finishing up on the trip. But I was so sick, that I struggled to finish it in time, and I just barely managed to.
Also, during this period of my pregnancy, no food appealed to me. I couldn’t fathom eating anything. And it was a constant feeling. Nothing made it subside. Until one day, when out of the blue, I began craving sour candy. From that moment, all I wanted was sour candy. sourcandysourcandysourcandy. Sour gummi worms, sourheads, sour blow pops, sourpatch kids. If it was sour and rolled in sugar, I wanted it.
So I spent that miserable time quilting, reading some new books I had purchased, and stuffing my face with sour candy. And so it continued.
One day, a month or so later, the nausea finally stopped.
Cue the angel music.
And so did my craving for sour candy. And the desire to quilt. And those new books? I couldn’t look at them.
I associated all of those things with my nausea. Sour candy? barf. Even the thought of quilting? barf. Those books? As long as I peeled off the bright orange price sticker, I was fine with them, so I spent an hour scraping off those things, trying not to… barf. Even a little spot of the sticker adhesive, if left behind on the book, could start the nausea.
It took me three years until I could even consider eating something sour or quilting again.
The mind is a crazy weird thing.
What odd things repelled you and/or did you crave during your pregnancies?