The baby gets what the baby wants

So this whole craving thing. Let me put it into my own perspective. I think that there are some cravings that are strictly just an answer to "your body needs...xyz", so if your sugar is low, you may crave something sweet or starchy or if your iron is low, you may want dark greens or some meat(or dog food).

I hear about the people who want to eat soap, dirt, detergent, chalk, paste, and what not. This is a condition known as pica, and thankfully, not something I have experienced that I can tell. Nothing too terribly odd on my list.

There is another kind of craving in pregnancy which I think is pretty common. This is one that I have had on a few occasions, thus calling for fish sandwiches with ketchup, ketchup in general(which I never normally eat at all), blue icees and similar foods. These are when nothing else is what you want. These, for me anyway, tend to be because everything else around me is making me sick. The thought of any other food doesn't appeal to me. Frankly, a year ago if someone had told me I would be eating ketchup straight from a packet by choice I would have said they were out of their mind. Now, even though it sounds nasty, it sounds totally feasible.

The only other type of craving I have had is one that requires you to eat the same thing over and over either because it tasted so incredibly wonderful the last time you had it, or it gave your baby much joy. What I mean by that is there are certain things that the baby really gets moving for. My first of such discoveries was a chocolate, peanut butter and banana sundae I happened to order at dinner one night. He was banging around for an hour or so after I finished. I hadn't really found something specific other than sweets that he liked until yesterday. Mr. W was out at a ball tournament and I got to choose my own dinner(always wonderful for me, since I am not the carnivore that he is)

I hadn't done my "veggie" shopping(yes, I shop for groceries in specific places based on what I am buying and the selection or prices at various stores). I have plenty of meat and microwave foods, but no good vegetables to speak of in the house, so instead of shopping I did what any pregnant woman would do at 8pm and stopped to see the Colonel at KFC. We had green beans and corn and mashed potatoes for dinner and the belly dancing started. I could sense the excitement in my uterus, and so, here I am, eating the same thing again for lunch today. This weekend I will be heading to the store to stock up on some fresh vegetables and, if I am lucky, I might hunt down some good tomatoes at a farmer's market. Maybe I can find that ripe August tomato I have been craving since March, since it is now August. Maybe I can even have the BLT I have dreamed of for months. Whether the baby wants it or not, he's getting it if I find it. This is a relationship built on compromise at the moment.

On another note, I keep losing the remote in our bedroom. It falls off of the bed at night and keeps ending up right beside it. After looking last night I couldn't find it and made Mr. W look. He got out of bed, and with a few grunts and frustration handed it to me and said "it is right here next to you". I then had to explain to him, that based on the fact that I can no longer see my own feet, I also cannot see what is right underneath my feet. Hopefully the dog will stay out from under me for the next 9 weeks or he'll get a crushing blow one of these days. Thank goodness he is pretty quick to move. The cat, on the other hand, is another story.