My cravings primarily come in two categories: salty and spicy. I find myself picking the spiciest item on the menu or adding drizzles of Sriracha sauce to everything (including my lunchtime salads!). This little dude has a "hot" tooth and I find myself giving in to it every day. Thankfully,David already was a spicy food eater otherwise this latest phase of food cravings would be miserable for him. I sort of want to try a chicken wing eating contest with him now to see who can handle the hottest of hot. Prior to the baby-to-be, I wasn't a lightweight when it came to spice but I definitely feel a new level of spice competency! It is my latest "super power" perhaps? Last night for dinner in order to tap into this craving, we cooked up a spicy pork and mustard green soup from Bon Appetit. With David helping as my sous chef, cleaning the greens and dicing the scallions, the dinner from beginning to end took no longer than 20 minutes to make. Super easy, spicy, and flavorful my craving was satiated....for now. (Though a drizzle of Sriracha really added just that little bit extra I needed).
My thoughts have been consumed by food this week. When will I eat lunch? What is for lunch? Is there a snack in the faculty room? Can I convince David to go out for Thai food tonight? Will there be enough dinner to share between the two of us? These are just a few of the questions I ask myself multiple times everyday. It is clear that my body is busy busy busy growing this little boy and that my stomach and appetite have not yet been affected by a constrained size but have rather been enhanced by my new maternal burden. Whenever I see someone eating, even if it is just someone passing by in a car, my stomach is triggered and I am immediately famished! Full and content one moment, the smell of food can instigate hunger pangs instantly. It has gotten to the point that I sometimes have to stop myself and say, "Whoa...are you really hungry or are you just being a food-crazed pregnant woman right now?" Typically the answer to the question is the latter. When I am able to reflect past my hunger mood swings, I am left laughing from my ridiculous food thoughts. The other afternoon for example, I walked out of my classroom and there on the ground in the hallway was one lone gummy bear. He stared up at me with his delicious gummy self and I felt compelled to bend down and gobble him up. There I stood deeply conflicted. I wanted to clean up the gummy bear from the floor in order to keep the school tidy, but what if I was unable to stop myself from eating the gummy bear once I bent down to pick it up!? Clearly I restrained myself but laughing I was left thinking, "This is clearly only something that a pregnant woman thinks!"