Right now, in my third trimester, milk is my big thing. BIG thing. At night, I drink at least 2-3 glasses. I was sent cookies by my in-law, and they were just an excuse to drink milk. One cookie was accompanied by multiple glasses of milk.
For a while, I wanted something crisp to drink at night–water with large ice cubes, or a big glass of cran-raspberry juice. Now, it’s milk. Geez, just talking about it I want to go guzzle more.
With my first, it was PB&J. (I still really like peanut butter this time around.) I did have a phase with that pregnancy where I really, REALLY wanted celery; this time, I had a more stereotypical phase and went through two jars of pickles a week for a while. Now, my heartburn cannot handle the thought.
Olives, peppadews, feta cheese, roasted peppers, hummus, mozarella balls, capers, artichoke hearts, and anything else on the “Mediterranean Bar” at Wegmans (about $7 a pound and worth every penny). Darn it, now I have the craving and I can’t run out and get some because they put the veggies and cheese to bed under white paper coverings around 9 p.m…
This is good stuff. I love the ‘freak out if I was running low’ remark.
Oranges? I would love to crave something so healthy.
I am, at this moment, crave-free. I ate half a jar of the pickles I previously mentioned and the remainder sits unmolested in my fridge. I’ll get to it when I get to it.
And I also have a large bottle of tomato juice unopened, on standby.