Pregnancy cravings are one of those things that seem 100% delicious and satisfying in the moment, but once baby arrives, we start to question why on earth we wanted to eat pear slices dipped in horseradish.
We asked our Facebook community to share some of their pregnancy cravings and here’s what they had to say!
To celebrate the launch of my first book, , and to thank all the amazing people who have helped during the pre-order, we’re hosting a HUGE giveaway!
50 Things to Do Before You Deliver: The First Time Moms Pregnancy Guide
Available now: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Ok, it’s not just huge, it’s actually THE BIGGEST giveaway we have ever hosted on Baby Rabies. Ever. Over $3000 in prizes!
“Bed rest” are two words you don’t really want to hear when you’re pregnant. Whether you’ve been asked to be on bed rest (or restricted movement) at home or at the hospital, both situations can leave you feeling defeated.
We asked moms who’ve experienced bed rest during their pregnancies to share their advice for other mothers in the same position- worth a read if you’re currently facing bed rest, or if you know bed rest may come up in the future- if your pregnancy is high risk or you’re carrying multiples.
My baby is just weeks away from turning one, making this year the slowest fastest year of my life. I feel like the days leading up to his December 21st birth were only moments away, but I also feel like I’ve aged 10 years since then.
The guy walked up to me with a look of importance, like whatever he was going to say or ask had been thought out.
“When are you due?”
It was nearly a demand. I mean, I don’t mind sharing my due date, but people aren’t entitled to it, you know?
“Mid December,” I replied quickly and turned around.
Then, with a tone of superiority, and certainly pleasure that he had this information from me now, he responded, “Damn. You SURE it’s not twins?” and quickly walked off. It’s clear he was set on saying that to me all along. Make no mistake, there was nothing kind about this exchange.
And yet, this is just… something people do? They just openly comment on the state of a pregnant woman’s body whenever they feel like it.
So for those who feel like they MUST say SOMETHING to a very visibly pregnant woman, let me offer you this suggestion.
There are really only a few acceptable things to say, stranger who feels compelled to comment on the size of a woman incubating a child.
Are you ready? Take notes.
“You look amazing!”
It doesn’t matter if she actually looks amazing, okay.
I don’t care if she looks like Jabba the Hutt incubating a small planet, you tell her she looks amazing, congratulate her, or you could even tell her she’s glowing.
We know we’re not glowing. We know we sweat a lot while lugging around this enormous midsection that you are shocked by. We know we don’t look amazing.
LIE TO US ANYWAY.
Because if you’re not going to lie to us, the ONLY other acceptable alternative…
Is to keep your mouth shut. Shhh! Say nothing.
Definitely DO NOT ASK US if we’re sure it’s not twins!
Or if we’re SURE we’re not having the baby sooner than we think.
I promise, there are two things we are CERTAIN of, and it’s the number of inhabitants in our uterus, and when they are expected to GTFO.
Oh yeah, and none of that is your business anyway, IF WE’RE BEING HONEST.
So if you’re not going to tell the pregnant woman that she looks amazing, is glowing, or congratulate her, then SHUT UP.
Go back to the life you were living before a pregnant woman showed up and shocked you with the size of her belly to the point that you felt the deep desire to say something to her about it.
It’s just not appropriate. It’s not funny. You’re not endearing. You’re not making small talk. You’re rude.
Listen, you think you’re shocked? We are VERY aware of how we look. Nobody is more shocked than us.
We have to see ourselves naked.
that I’m too tired and sick to come up with something witty to write to tell you all how pregnant I am.
I think grouchy cat understands.
The facts are these:
I’m 7 weeks, 5 days.
Due July 25th
This was NOT planned.
Totally a surprise, due to basically losing my mind and any concept of time through the end of October and beginning of November, whilst prepping for Inappropriate Elf and all my holiday tutorials.
So basically, the Inappropriate Elf got me pregnant. Kinda.
Which is just hilarious because now that Inappropriate Elf is in full swing and I should really be devoting more time to it, I want to puke just looking at the computer for too long.
Anyway, this is not at all how I planned to tell you all. There was going to be a clever picture and a witty caption. It was going to be Pinterest worthy. But, you know, the sick and the tired and the grouchy and the holidays. So yeah.
Hopefully you’ll all understand why I’ve been so quiet lately. The only things I have to say anymore are pregnancy-related whines, but I wanted to get photographic proof of this before I told the whole world. And, well, I got that today.
