(from the Ile de France website)
I’m having some good laughs and enjoying reading the comments from yesterday’s “Pregnancy Cravings” post. It was entertaining to read that women crave healthy food, comfort food, and most especially, junk food (Krispy Kremes and Coke?!)!
I did have some women tell me that they didn’t necessarily have a particular craving, but instead had food aversions. So thinking back to my first pregnancy, I vividly remember not wanting to eat goat cheese. The mere thought of it made me gag and run for the bathroom. If we were grocery shopping, my husband would have to go to the dairy section by himself because I just couldn’t chance seeing goat cheese!
Some food aversions my friends and family have shared:
- One friend (a venti latte-a-day addict), who as soon as she found out she was pregnant, couldn’t stand the smell of coffee. Her husband couldn’t drink coffee around her, and his breath couldn’t smell like coffee when he was around her.
- My cousin (a big sushi fan), realized she was pregnant when her sushi order arrived, and she couldn’t even look at it.
- (This one’s not a food aversion but it’s funny.) My sister-in-law demanded that her husband (my brother) shower twice at night. He didn’t smell bad. His “scent” just didn’t agree with her.
Please feel free to comment and add to the list!
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I’m drinking my coffee and almost lost it reading about your brother and sister-in-law…too funny!
Yeah! This is my first pregnancy, and I’m finding that people really, REALLY smell. BAD! I have the same problem except it’s the other way around. I love the way my husband smells, but I can’t stand the way everyone else smells!!
When I was pregnant with my first daughter I did not realize it – until I unwrapped a big juicy hamburger – and could not even THINK about eating it! Up until then I LOVED meat – it has now been almost 39 years – my aversion to meat during that 1st pregnancy changed my eating habits forever! Although not a vegetarian for sure – the smell of cooked meat still turns me off – thank god for fish and chicken!
My poor husband tried to be nice and cook me a nice dinner once during my pregnancy. I came home from work and the house smelled like dinner, I looked at it and told him that I couldn’t eat it, or anything for that matter, until the house stopped smelling like chicken. I was able to eat it the next day, so it was mostly that I couldn’t be overwhelmed with a smell and eat at the same time. He didn’t surprise me by cooking for me for the rest of my pregnancy.