Anti-cravin'

Instead of having awesome, indulgent cravings, my pregnancy has been riddled with "no-longer-cravings".

First thing Babydaddy noticed was the chocolate. Prior to getting knocked up, I would routinely eat chocolate in nearly every form. I, indeed, craved it. Nearly every trip to the grocery store, I would peruse the candy aisle in a dreamy trance, like a child visiting Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Call me Augustus Gloop, because chocolate was my vice. Apparently, little monkey does not care for chocolate...which could mean wonderful dentist visits or a bountiful haul for mommy and daddy at Hallowe'en! 

Next up came the chicken. I didn't crave chicken prior to pregnancy, but since reverting from my former pescatarian lifestyle last summer, it was a staple in our kitchen. After a bad encounter with a chicken burger late one night, I was off the stuff for several weeks before slowly re-introducing it into my routine.

And sadly, my love of cheese has taken a backseat as I have little desire to eat the stuff. Perhaps it's partly the kibosh on soft cheeses such as Brie, Camembert and Chevre during pregnancy. Perhaps the baby is lactose intolerant like Daddy and can't abide by its creamy goodness -more cheese for mommy! Either way, 156 days until I can eat a nice Brie, spinach and Dijon mustard sandwich on a baguette.