Erin is a mom of two and has been with Today’s Mama for ten years. She is charged with finding and sharing all of the wonderful things the web has to offer. She is particularly fond of food, photography, printables, and funny things. She writes about losing weight in her Healthy Living for Mom series, and is chronicling her attempt to master her DSLR camera with her series, Big Girl Camera.

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So You’re Pregnant: Crazy Food Edition

When I was pregnant with my first child and in the throes of morning sickness, I was immediately consumed by a desire for what I called “white food”. White bread, mashed potatoes, ice cream, and particularly, breakfast biscuits from McDonald’s. I could not get enough of those stupid Sausage Biscuits. I had them every morning for two weeks straight.  Basically, if it was a totally useless carb, I was on the hunt.

But I had some guilt. I was a die-hard whole grain girl. I knew that what I was eating was completely void of nutritional value, but anything else sent me straight to vomitville. So, I got to know the fine folks at the drive through window—and then one night I had a dream. A dream that I’d given birth to a loaf of Wonder Bread…and I was PISSED. But not because my bundle of joy was bread, but because it didn’t come sliced.

As an addled first timer, I called Rachael and recounted my dream and my nutritional guilt. In true Rachael-style she said something like, “DUDE. Let it go. You won’t feel this lousy forever and you’ll stop wanting garbage for breakfast.”


She was right. I did feel better eventually and the crazy train to carbland slowed…a bit.

Fast forward three years. Two pink lines on a home pregnancy test confirm that another bundle is heading to our household.  I felt great for two weeks between the positive test and the arrival of the morning sickness.

I spent those 14 days telling myself that this time would be different. That I knew better. That I was healthier than I was the last time I got pregnant and I could beat those cravings.

I was right. This time has been different.

Now, if I could just get Wendy’s to deliver my Frosty and Biggie Fries I’d be all set.

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  1. Erin 08/16/2011 at 3:01 pm

    Oh, sister!! I’m 8 weeks pg with #2, and I feel your pain!!

  2. Kami Bigler 09/30/2010 at 4:39 am

    Dude! I totally would deliver you frosties and fries! Wish we lived closer.

  3. Shelly Knight 09/28/2010 at 5:32 pm

    Congrats Erin! Both of my kids *love* waffles, and I attribute this to the fact it was the only thing that sounded good to me and therefore almost all I ate.

  4. Kara Eberle 09/27/2010 at 8:51 pm

    Congrats, Erin!!!!

  5. Anonymous 09/27/2010 at 6:18 pm

    duude, when you convince Wendy’s to deliver, HIDE that number from my house. My 6yo is recently infatuated with the phone (listening in, dialing, carrying it with her) and a long-time fan of Wendy’s.. we’d have chicken nuggets and frosties coming out the windows!