I am pregnant with my third child. This ought to be news to most of you, and it explains at least part of why I’ve been posting so infrequently of late. It’s my first trimester, and (as usual for this phase of pregnancy) I’ve had very little extra energy. Parenting two kids, meeting my work obligations, and celebrating the holidays has worn me out.
But one thing has surprised me this go around: pregnancy cravings. It’s a common theme among pregnant women, but one I’ve never really shared in. My pregnancies have never been marked by strong aversions to smells or beloved foods, and I’ve never had to fight wanting to eat something that I knew to be downright unhealthy.
But this time is different.
I want Eggo waffles. For breakfast. Every day. I hadn’t eaten an Eggo waffle in years, and I’m afraid to look at the ingredient list now to write this post. But I’ve eaten Eggo waffles every morning for breakfast for the last two weeks, and I have no idea when I’ll stop wanting them. I’ve been making them “healthier” by slathering them with LOTS of butter from grass-fed cows, plenty of nut butter, and just the tiniest smidgen organic maple syrup (rather than drowning them in the stuff and creating an instant sugar bomb). But, they’re still Eggo waffles. No, I don’t want my home made waffles from sprouted whole grains either. I’m craving Eggos. Eggos.
And eggs — my golden standby nutrient-dense breakfast food — eggs smell bad to me. I can eat them, but I have a hard time cooking them.
I also want tater tots. TATER TOTS, PEOPLE!! What’s WRONG with me? I have a big bag of the cheap frozen kind in my freezer, just waiting for me to give in to the temptation. And I will give in.
I know that what I eat now can have long term affects on my pregnancy and my child’s health, so I’m trying to be good. I’m avoiding most refined sugar, despite the holiday festivities. I’m being sure to drink plenty of raw milk from grass-fed cows and take my fermented cod liver oil. I’m even forcing myself to swallow a massive pill of Krill oil every day for the extra Omega-3s since I know my diet is probably far higher in Omega-6s than it’s been in years. And I’m trying to get sufficient protein (I’m shooting for 65 grams a day, although I rarely hit the mark), despite the challenge of craving all these starches.
And you know what? Even though I’m craving and eating crap, I still feel like I’m doing pretty darn good.
So, I’m giving myself a pat on the back. And I’m giving one to all you other expectant mothers, too. You’re all like me — doing the best you can with what you’ve got.
I wish you all a very festive Fourth Day of Christmas. I hope you’re celebrating it well.
ETA: It occurred to me that those of you who are pregnant, nursing, or trying to conceive would also really appreciate Nina Planck’s honesty. I interviewed her earlier this year and also reviewed her new book, Real Food For Mother and Baby.
(photo by erin_ryan)