Whilst I was pregnant, I didn’t think that I really had any cravings, and felt surprisingly normal given all the things that were supposed to happen. However, since Phoebe has been born and the pregnant fog has lifted, I’ve realised a few things about my relationship with food during that time.
The first few things I noticed when I was expecting Phoebe was that I was super tired, and super hungry. Tv programmes which involved food, therefore were suddenly captivating when I had previously not been bothered. Come dine with me, Jamie’s 30 minute meals and weekend shows were frequently on. I started posting things like this. I ate much more frequently’; if I had breakfast at eight, I wanted lunch at eleven, then was hungry again by two. Frequent feeding was the key, and I learnt not to go out without food, or access to a shop to get some!
I ate a lot of mayonnaise. With pretty much anything [savoury!]. At the time I thought I was just in a food phase; often I’ll like one food for a bit, then something else, but although I still like mayonnaise now, it’s pretty clear that the levels I was eating was more than just normal! Given that until a few years ago I used to majorly dislike mayonnaise, and only ate it in a few select food combinations, perhaps I should have noticed this a little more than I did. I also ‘craved’ a lot of macaroni or pasta and cheese sauce. I would eat it for lunch, make batch loads to put in the fridge, and force it upon my friends who were here for food. Again, I didn’t think this was a craving; I already loved it. I love cheese, I love pasta. I had presumed cravings would be more I-have-to-have-it-now rather than I-really-rather-fancy but once again, I seem to be able to last more than my previous week or so without it now!
Thankfully, I didn’t have any ‘weird’ cravings like eating soap, coal or bizarre food combinations; my longings were quite mild. They say your body knows what it needs; if you are eating coal you’re short of iron, for example. I guess that means I was short of…eggs and milk and cheese perhaps. One Sunday my friend cooked vegetable rice with cheese for lunch- the next week I spent wanting more but denying myself, presuming it would pass. It didn’t. It occupied my mind; every time I went into the kitchen or thought about food I longed for that meal. In the end I made some, and then felt much better after eating it.
Whilst this was all vaguely amusing to husband whilst it happened, and interesting to me to remember now, I think there have been lasting effects. My understanding of cookery, and repetoire of recipes has vastly increased due to the avid food programme watching; we have three giant jars of mayonnaise in the fridge, and we have, actually, eaten macaroni cheese twice in a week. More because it’s easy and delicious. Now I’m thinking about it actually, maybe I could do with some now…