So throughout my pregnancy, I've commonly been asked if I've had any weird cravings, and really, I haven't. My first trimester was spent finding foods that I could tolerate that wouldn't make me nauseous, so I ate a lot of white foods (rice, crackers, bread) and I craved fruit because it was light and fresh and made me feel better (but that's not weird, really). Aaron told me the other day how sad it was seeing me sit in front of a plate of food not eating because I was too sickened to put it in my mouth.
Then in my second trimester, when the nausea subsided and I could eat foods I actually felt like eating, the only cravings I've had have been things that I usually crave, even before pregnancy, i.e. kim chi tofu soup from Tofu House on Convoy. I also seem to crave things that I love and can't have, but Aaron says that's mostly because I can't have them. These would include sweet tea and milk tea (and every other caffeinated tea.. and I know they say a cup of tea a day is fine and won't harm the baby, but I feel so guilty when I think about drinking it, I usually resist the urge), ahi and any raw fish, and beer (which I hardly ever crave, but now that I can't have it, it seems more apparent, I think).
Now that my third trimester is approaching (in three days.. can you believe it?!), maybe all of that is changing. For the past couple of weeks, I've had an insatiable craving for marshmallows. I'm usually not a huge fan of them. I usually eat them at camp outs when we roast them, but other than that don't think twice about them. This week, though, it's been on my mind pretty much on a daily basis. Being that Easter is coming up, I see Peeps in their disgusting bright colors and although I usually hate them, I'm drawn to the pink and purple morsels. I walk past them everyday at work and imagine the fluffy texture and crystaline sugar crunching between my teeth. One day I finally broke down and bought a box. It was satisfying, but less than enjoyable, which is a very weird concept. I didn't hate them as much as I usually do, but they really have no flavor. It's just sweetness and texture. I ate a few and threw the rest of the box away.
Last night, after Aaron and I went to rent a movie at Blockbuster, I asked if we could stop by the store and get marshmallows. They didn't have any. Aaron did discover, however, a jar of jet-puffed marshmallow creme. He commenced selling me on the fluff (and himself, as he wanted it as well after describing how delicious it is). I mulled it over (as I usually have to do when I make a decision about what to eat.. which Aaron can't stand once it takes more than about 15 seconds) deciding if it would satisfy my mallowy craving. I came to the conclusion that I wanted to microwave the marshmallows into a gooey substance between my graham crackers anyways, and this would just end up saving a step. We took them home, and they were indeed the last piece of the puzzle. I dipped my graham into the jar, and squished it between the other side of the cracker, and it was the perfect combination of gooey marshmallow and crunchy grahamy goodness in my mouth. Craving satisfaction: accomplished.
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