Tag Archives: pica

If you’ve been around here for a while, you probably remember how I craved rocks and sand while pregnant with my last two babies. In fact, my daughter Leyna’s middle name- Lorelei- is also the name of a large rock on the Rhine river in Germany, and that was totally intentional. After reading this piece […]

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Last week, from the comfort of our Great Wolf Lodge suite, my hair barely dry, I Skyped into the HLN studios to discuss “the real deal” about being pregnant with Kyra Phillips and the Raising America team. I’ve been working on sending them little video diaries throughout the last few weeks, and they put together […]

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When I was pregnant with both Kendall and Leyna, I never really felt that excitement and anticipation leading up to having them. Nope. Mostly I spent the entirety of my pregnancies with them scared out of my freaking mind. It caused much guilt for me. I felt bad that I wasn’t giddy thinking about those […]

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My body keeps having to remind me it’s pregnant. It’s quite inconvenient. I have stuff to do, yo. But, in the midst of this (nearly over) 2nd trimester energy surge, I tend to forget that I’m actually growing another living being inside me, and that that’s kind of a shitton of work. So then my […]

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I want, I crave, I salivate thinking of eating a spoonful of wet sand. I would love to eat a couple pieces of chalk. I want these things more than anything else. More than pickles or ice cream, more than pizza or french fries. Nothing sounds as good to eat as sand and chalk. I’d even […]

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It’s been nearly 4 months since I used an old butter knife to scrape off grainy bits of my favorite rock to eat, nearly 4 months since I put my rock in a bottle of ice cold water and drank the mineral-y goodness, nearly 4 months since I sucked on it. For those who aren’t […]

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Nearing the end of this lightning fast pregnancy and I’m finding it harder and harder to settle on what I want to eat when it comes to “real” food… food that is not a rock. My special rock, the rock I finally allowed myself to indulge in dunking in ice cold water and sucking on, […]

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