So there’s this rock, this rock that my husband brought back from a Spring Break trip to the Grand Canyon about 9 years ago. This stupid rock that is nothing too spectacular that he insists on hanging on to and hauling around with us as we’ve moved from place to place over the years. It’s actually part of a collection of not so spectacular rocks that I sort of despise, but *this* rock is different.
Has taken over my fantasies lately. I quite literally daydream about this rock, this delicious looking, rounded but not perfectly smooth, porous, grainy, gritty rock.
It all started last week when I was doing laundry. As I took the clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer, the smell was so… mouthwatering… so appetizing… it smelled just like what I would imagine rocks in ice cold water tasting like. And I really, really, really wanted to lick my washing machine.
After that, it was all I could think about- finding the perfect rock(s) to put in ice water. What they would look like, how they would feel in my mouth. I would catch myself daydreaming about sucking the ice water out of the perfect rock, except I didn’t know where or how to get that perfect rock. That is until I eyed this old collection of not so spectacular rocks my husband has insisted on keeping around and the angels shone a light on the most delicious looking rock I’ve ever laid eyes on (I’m fairly certain that’s not an exaggeration). DIVINE INTERVENTION! No?
What I really want is honest to goodness ice cold water on the rocks. I want to enjoy this frosty beverage.
And then, like the blue cheese olives left over after a good martini, I want to suck on the rock.
Of course, I haven’t allowed myself… yet. I mean, I GET that this is weird. I get that something is up with me for me to be craving ROCKS.
At 33 weeks pregnant with Kendall I was craving normal things like ice cold pineapple, oranges, spicy pickles and cookies.
If I were to take this photo today, I’d be surrounded by rocks, buckets of grout, chips of concrete and BBQ sandwiches.
To answer the questions I know you all are about to ask me, YES, I’ve talked to my midwife about it. No, she’s not worried about it. Yes, my iron is low. Yes, I’m taking an iron supplement. From what she and my nurse tell me (and many a twitter friend has, as well) this is not normal, but it’s common among pregnant women.
I haven’t gone so far as to indulge in that icy rock water, but I have to say, I don’t really know what it would hurt. I mean, I could wash the rock really well first, right? And it’s not like I’m going to eat the rock. I just want to suck on it and lick it. This is so odd, so, so, so odd. It’s okay. You can all point and laugh.
Kendall is 2.5 and I’m 33 weeks pregnant