Of the "Preggumus Barfasaurus" species

Oh, don’t get your lil’ fellow preggo or past preggo granny panties in a happy little twist…it’s still not morning sickness. Besides, I dunno if it would be all that common for someone to skip a toilet-hugging session for their entire first trimester, only to start up with their porcelain-god-worship at week 13. Possible, but not likely.

Nope, what struck me like a lightning bolt around 4pm on Monday (when I was, naturally, already home sick with some strange early-March allergy attack/sinus infection/bleeeeeeeeeeeeeech) was just your categorical, classic NOROVIRUS. Sounds delicious, doesn’t it? Indeed…

Luckily for me (and Peach Fuzz, as I’m calling my little former-butterbean-turned-larger-fruit this week), it only lasted about 18 hours and then I just couldn’t decide what the heck kind of solid food to feed myself for the first time in about 24 hours. Decisions, decisions.

By the way, for what it is worth, I ended up settling on McD’s chicken nuggets and french fries, and you better believe I fought back a hormone-induced fit when they didn’t have any Honey Mustard.

But now I find myself back to my same old craving, the one which has ruled me for the past 2-3 weeks, but which is entirely unexciting: Canned, crushed tomatoes, with a spoon, with a container of Morton’s sea salt. Horrible, I know!! Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t really sit with a can of crushed tomatoes and coat each morsel in sea salt (though it sounds super appealing). We’re just eating a lot of spaghetti at the Wilhoit house these days, that’s all. Jonathan wouldn’t let me drink the pickle jar juice a few weeks ago, you really think he’d let me by with eating canned tomatoes with additional salt, out of the can, COLD? Nuh-uh. But bless him for having a long fuse and a cast iron stomach. And at least I admit it…(right?)

And don’t worry about me and my immense propensity for heartburn, given the current craving madness. Scarlett says: “I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Or next trimester.

Another current obsession? Caesar salad. And don’t come at me with that “RAW EGGS! LISTERIA!” stuff, because almost all commercially sold dressings use pasteurized eggs, thus removing the risks associated with *true* caesar salads (the kind made at high-tess Greek and Italian restaurants with raw, fresh eggs…which I am abstaining from, give me some credit here). And I’ll admit again: I am currently eating a caesar salad so large that I had to put it one of my little metal mixing bowls. It’s got fiber, don’t hate!!

I guess I’m just so happy to finally be able to keep food down (and not worrying myself vomitous about the safety and well-being of my little tummy stowaway) that I’m inspired to write about food and pregnancy. I mean, to all you current or past preggos out there: does food EVER taste as good as it does when you’re knocked up? I mean, EVER???” I swear I could make a second living as a food critic these days because people would pay me under the table to get my almost-always-positive reviews. I mean, isn’t the above text evidence that my tastes can’t be trusted? But boy am I loving it…yum yum om nom nom nom.

Until next time, peace, love, and SALT!! Hehe…


p.s. I totally just got caesar dressing in my eye. I think I need to curb the enthusiasm here.

6 thoughts on “Of the "Preggumus Barfasaurus" species

  1. I craved salt something crazy too when pregnant!! Specifically eggs. With lots of salt. And yes, food does taste as good as when youre preggo if you do a competition and starve for months. THEN it tastes better. But I don't recommend it. 😉



  2. Oooh…yeah, I'm gonna trust you on the contest diet! And the kicker is that you did a really moderate, healthy contest diet if I remember – just goes to show how much hard work it is. Hey thanks for visiting the blog. 🙂 I'm thinking of you guys and praying for things to happen soon for you!!


  3. Haha you are funny! I enjoy hearing about what others are craving. I really liked pickles when I was preggo with Izaak. Don't really have a strong craving for anything with this one yet. But I know what you mean about wanting to slap some people for being out of BBQ sauce at Burger King (my version).


  4. Oooooooh, COMMENTS!! I love comments! YAY!

    Brittany, it's so funny about the pickles. I really thought that was just an urban legend, but OH my GOSH they're so fabulous. Though I can't decide if I like Claussen or Vlassic better.

    Jessica, I'm so glad you liked the post. I cannot explain where crushed tomatoes came from. Maybe I'm deficient in lycopene or something?? Weird…

    Jade, that is QUITE a combination! Wow! No wonder Mason is such a well-rounded lil' guy. 😀


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