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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