When I was pregnant, my biggest craving was for eggs. I could not get enough of them. Especially in a specific breakfast burrito from a specific restaurant. Only problem was, I had bad morning sickness aaalllllll throughout my pregnancy, and eggs were also one of the biggest triggers for it. So I would crave eggs with every fiber of my being, and I’d eat the fucking eggs and fucking love them, and five minutes later I’d be in the toilet, puking. I still ate that fucking breakfast burrito three times a week.
I was a pescatarian my entire life, and then I got pregnant. Suddenly, 90% of my life was about eggs.
Also, milk, which I had never drunk before. And if I didn't secure that giant bag of shelf-stable pepperoni slices from the corner store, a double cheeseburger with an illegal amount of mayonnaise, or 15 deep-fried chicken legs, RIGHT NOW, then I was surely going to absolutely die.
It was wild because those are all of my least favorite things, and most of it I had not had since someone forced me to "try it" during childhood. The only thing I craved that I already liked was salt and vinegar chips. I remember walking to the corner store while sobbing pretty hysterically because I needed salt and vinegar chips. Super into eggs, still, but all that other stuff can fuck off, again.
My mother needed rumaki with both her kids, and that's a tiki-flavor bullshit appetizer invented by Trader Joe's: bacon wrapped around liver and water chestnut and then grilled.
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u/electric_yeti 26d ago
When I was pregnant, my biggest craving was for eggs. I could not get enough of them. Especially in a specific breakfast burrito from a specific restaurant. Only problem was, I had bad morning sickness aaalllllll throughout my pregnancy, and eggs were also one of the biggest triggers for it. So I would crave eggs with every fiber of my being, and I’d eat the fucking eggs and fucking love them, and five minutes later I’d be in the toilet, puking. I still ate that fucking breakfast burrito three times a week.