Wednesday 24 June 2015

My hilarious pregnancy cravings.





I just thought of the stunts I pulled in all my pregnancies and decided to share it , when I say stunts I actually mean those moments you crave certain things and you throw tantrums at your husband just to get what you want. 


I'll never forget this day I craved noodles and  geisha with plenty pepper spice and a cold can of Fayrouz drink at 11pm . I had none of these at home not even pepper. I was restless, I tried to sleep but I kept thinking of a steamy plate of noodles and a chilled bottle of Fayrouz. At 12midnight I couldn't help it anymore, I woke my husband up and  said to him.
 "The baby wants a hot plate of peppered geisha noodles and a chilled can of Fayrouz drink".
He replied; "‎where on earth do you want me to get those at the dead of the night? It's 12midnight please  plead with the baby to wait till when the day breaks. I started weeping profusely like my whole world ended.

My husband got really confused as he saw me crying, he picked up his wallet and car keys and said he'll go to where Hausas sell groceries to buy what I need since they make sales all night. ‎I quickly wiped my eyes and told him to drive carefully. The pregnancy blues took better part of my thinking, I failed to realize how unsafe it was to drive that late at night in naija. 

Less than an hour he was home with every item I requested, I was so excited and went straight to the kitchen to make my peace meal for the unborn baby‎. I cooked and ate what I craved and was back to bed in no time. The following day my husband bought three different flavours of noodles, a carton of fayrouz canned drink, a carton of of geisha and finally a basket of fresh peppers. Ah! All these for what? I asked. He said so you'll stop sending me on a wild goose chase every midnight. The cravings for noodles stopped on sighting those food items. That's how pregnancy cravings flip in a moment.

On a fine day I was driving past a road side bukka and I saw the sumptuous looking Ewa agoyin( a small seeded specie of beans that takes several hours to cook) been dished out to some locals. I quickly packed by the road side and rolled out of the vehicle like a ball with my big tommy. I asked  how much a plate of Ewa costs? I was told 50naira. What?! That's cheap. I requested for one plate in a take-away pack and 2portions of plantain and a loaf of agege bread. I literarily felt my baby dancing in my tommy over the choice of food I was buying. The part that thrilled me most while the food was been packed was Were she poured some fried onions in palm oil over the Ewa agoyin. I promised myself to visit her more often...lmao.


I went straight home and devoured my meal with a bottle of water. I excitedly told my husband when he got home what I ate and in his usual manner he made mockery of me saying, "he took me out of the village to the city but the village doesn't want to leave me". It didn't stop there, after my antenatal visit one sunny day I saw a make shift tent canteen. I sincerely wanted to buy a bottle of water and go my way, on sighting a woman dishing out ofada stew, I tried to fight the urge but I couldn't take my eyes off it, I made up my mind to ask for ofada rice if they don't have I go my way. When they confirmed they had ofada rice, I said to myself they'll win this battle only once. In less than five minutes I saw myself eating ofada rice and stew. 

After I left I began thinking of the health implications of eating from all these road side vendors. I shook off the thought I went my way. Just a few times I craved ice cream or ice cubes‎ I never craved clay soil like some women do. 

It didn't stop me from cooking healthy meals at home and also take my pre-natal vitamins religiously. I avoided coffee and any form ‎of alcohol consumed orally. It's essential every pregnant eats healthy meals and live a healthy life generally. Exercise moderately it'll help when labor comes, don't drop the standard of your hygiene and most of all love yourself, your unborn child(ren) and your spouse unconditionally.  


Take care till I come your way again.

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18 comments:

  1. Hahaha what pregnancy will cause ehn,a freind of mine n her hubby went 2 ketu mkt 2 get groceries,na so my freind sight ds same ofada rice as ppl were buyin,she didn't ask for takeaway o,she devoured it right dere in d mkt,with her bare hands,u knw hw muddy ketu mkt was,anytime I rememba her hubby's expression when he was tellin me ehn,I just burst out laughin,my wst pegnancy,d only thing I cud tolerate was 5alive n shortbread,truout o,it was d only thing I cud eat without bringing it back out n jedijedi showed me pepper after I put 2 bed,I didn't crave anything for d 2nd one,infact I cudnt eat,everybody were beggin me 2 eat bt I cud nt,just small garri with plenty chilled water n groundnut n I'm ok

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    1. Ouch! your sugar intake was too high hence the jedi jedi. So sorry dear. I've got a huge appetite when pregnant that's why I tend to add a lot of weight.

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  2. lol..your husband must really love you.. i wonder if i would have pregnancy cravings cos even during my perio i can crave some very weird stuff eh..things i wouldnt even eat on a normal day..lol

    www.thatghlife.blogspot.com

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  3. Well, he tries his best i'd say. your hormones might act up when pregnant and you'll crave certain meals.

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  4. This story was sweet because of the support you got from your loving husband. I'm already begging my unborn babies to pity me small and only make me crave fruits and veges that are readily availablavailable.

    Naija mum do you live in ph?

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  5. Lol...don't worry your unborn kids will take it easy on you.

    No dear, I don't live in PH.

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  6. Lol, this is quiet hilarious

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  7. Thank God DH was able to find those items at that unholy hour.

    I do not look down on roadside bukas oh! No, Maam! Not at all! LOL!! Their food is unique in its own way and taste so different. Infact, each time I visit Naija, I must always make sure I visit a buka or eat Mama put (rice, beans, stew, roundabout, in short, anything readily available) before I leave.

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  8. Lmao... the firewood smoke gives the food a unique aroma I guess.

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  9. Looool..... Very funny! DH is one loving husband sha!

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  10. Hmmmm.....i craved akara and akamu "Pap and bean cakes" a lot!
    There was this particular night (11pm) that the aroma of fresh akara just wafted to my nostrils from god-knows-where.....i went to bed depressed, cos I couldn't get it.
    Another one of such nights was when my love had to go to the market around 10pm just to make me okro soup.....chai! #thethings men go through

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    1. Awww...your DH really tried. kudos to the loving husband's out their.

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  11. This is so hilarious.. I'm in love with your hubby..*biko liberally oo*. Nice read ma..


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  12. Nne feel free joor...lol.
    Thanks for stopping by.

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