Knocked Up : The conception...of food has altered. Significantly.

Well... It's been since May that my man and I knew we were knocked up. I'm currently about 14 weeks along. I am of the few blessed women not to have had morning (noon or night) sickness. I cheerfully accept. I imagine it being a trade off for being so..not young and having my first. I know lots of women have babies in their mid to late thirties. We never expected it to be possible and well, we've only been married for 5 months. lol.

I've always been a foodie, but wow. The little Mad Scientist within me has had plenty of fun pushing buttons and spinning dials. I'm pretty much hungry ALL the time and have random cravings depending on where I am, what I see or even things people post on Facebook. It's ridiculous.

It all started before I knew I was pregnant. My first clue was my constant cravings for hot wings and fries. I've always loved them. I'd be happy to eat them weekly...but daily?! Then one day, as the temperatures got warmer all I could think about was a tomato sandwich. I HAD to have one. I got a tomato, bread, ranch dressing (I use that instead of mayo - awesome flavor combo!). I took it to work, put it all together, took that first glorious bite and... gagged. It was offensive. The taste hadn't changed. Instantly I thought - Oh crap...I'm knocked up. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease let it be a stomach virus. A test the next morning revealed that indeed, it was not a stomach virus. Rather...the proof positive (ha! ) of the Mad Scientist (we shall shorten this to M.S for the remainder of this blog).

That is where the food adventure really began, though only slight cravings at first. Lentil soup here, Gyro there...easy stuff...until that fateful day at IHOP. I wanted IHOP for breakfast. I needed the strawberry, banana, nutella crepes something fierce. I also knew that I couldn't just have crepes, that I needed real protein. I asked the waitress what sort of meat sides I could get. She rattled off the usual, bacon, sausage, ham...each time the M.S. said EW!...until she said pork chops. YES, PLEASE!!!! My man informed her of our impending spawn, to which her look of bewilderment changed to a look of uneasy understanding. That's right...be afraid. I am. She finally arrived with our food and I dove in with abandon. I began eating the pork chops seperately from the crepes until M.S. took over my arm...I found myself sopping up the nutella/strawberry syrup with the pork chop. I knew it was wrong. SO VERY WRONG!! Yet, it was EXACTLY what I wanted. I felt betrayed by my spawn, already. Wasn't this supposed to happen in the preteens or something instead of in utero??! Horrified,  I decided to save one of the pork chops for later (which I gnawed on like a ravenous dog later that evening).

From that point on the cravings have been bizarre and constant. They're not the easy going ones I had early on. Nope, I would almost kill for these...which unnerves my beloved more than a little. They range from chocolate milkshakes, simply orange orange juice (no other brand is sufficient for my little M.S.'s refined palate), animal crackers, pizza, anything cheesy (I swear i'm going to birth a teenager), coke floats (caff free coke, of course), and now we've devolved to suggestive cravings.

Yes, suggestive cravings. A friend mentioned cheetoes on facebook a few days ago and I literally said, "mmmmm....cheetoes" out loud. My beloved was kind enough to provide a bag the following day on his way to work. That man is a trooper and I adore him. Today a friend mentioned refried beans. M.S. was all over that. Then I thought, hey a nice bean salad sounds good, so I began looking up recipes for bean salad. That led me to pasta salads and before I knew it I had eaten 8 pickles. I don't even KNOW what happened there.

I must say that knockedupedness has been a wild ride. Lets see where the next craving takes us.

If you're knocked up or have been, what kinds of cravings have y'all had? Or feel free to comment on my grossness. I can take it. :D

Thanks for reading!