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My Rocky Breakup #Pica

by Jill April 15, 2011
written by Jill

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 up to speed on my rock eating habits, you can read more here and here. Basically, the last trimester of my 2nd pregnancy I craved rocks, and sand, and grout, and concrete. My mouth literally salivated at the thought of eating chunks of mortar from our bathroom floor renovation. The sight of construction on the side of the road made me want to shove a handful of concrete rubble in my mouth. I was low on iron my whole pregnancy, and I had Pica.

I spoke with a producer for The Discovery Channel’s “I’m Pregnant And” earlier this week about my strange cravings and my love affair with my lovely rock. It was funny recounting the experience to her. The more I answered her questions, the more I had to laugh at how crazy it seems this far removed.

Before I had Leyna, I wondered if my rock cravings would vanish the minute she was out of me, like my heartburn and cankles. Turns out, it took a long while for them to leave. The first couple weeks after having her, I *still* craved rocks, but I didn’t allow myself to indulge anymore. In that time, that craving didn’t seem that odd to me. It just… made sense, you know? Like, it was just like craving a legitimate food item, but I knew I didn’t need it, and I refused to let this rock craving become any more than a silly pregnancy thing.

I don’t know when the cravings officially subsided, but I remember as late as 8 weeks postpartum thinking rocks still looked a little yummy to me. But, at some point, I stopped thinking about them. And now? Well, the whole thing seems totally foreign and ridiculous. I’m guessing that means my iron levels are back on track.

So the rock now has a loving home in a memory box in Leyna’s room, alongside her hospital bracelet and birth announcement. In fact, she’ll never be able to deny that rocks were a big part of her life in utero. Her middle name, Lorelei, was specifically chosen because it is the name of a rock on the Rhine river in Germany.

I won’t be on the show since I’m actually not pregnant anymore, but if any of you out there are and are legitimately craving rocks, they are still looking to cast for the show. If you are interested in getting in touch with the producers, send me an email (link under About/Contact tab), and I’ll forward your info on.

Kendall is nearly 3, Leyna is 3.5 months old, and all I really crave these days is Nutella and a good summer beer.

April 15, 2011 9 comments
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The Rock Lust Continues

by Jill December 18, 2010
written by Jill

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, the rock I sometimes put in my water bottle to make my ice water taste that much better…

Is really the only thing I legitimately CRAVE right now. I’m not even digging the BBQ beef sandwiches anymore. In fact, I’m generally repulsed by meat, which is making the whole low iron thing even that much more of a challenge.

Don’t fret. I am, in fact, eating…food. I am taking my iron supplements, though I’ll admit there are days I just can’t stomach them.

But I just so love my rock. I love it so much that sometimes sucking on it isn’t enough. Sometimes I just crave a little bit more. Sometimes I use a cheap butter knife to break up some of those delicious, grainy, sandy bits. And sometimes I eat those sandy bits.

I mean, I don’t “eat” them, like grind them between my teeth. The non-stop ice crunching has done enough damage to my teeth, I think. I just sort of swallow them. And not a lot. Probably not even a half teaspoon worth, but let me tell you, that little bit is the BEST DAMN THING I EAT ALL DAY. It satisfies my tremendous rock craving.

And I realize from the outside looking in this is all very concerning. I realize this is certifiably CRAZY to many of you. And yet, to me, at this moment, it makes perfect sense. It’s not odd to me at all to find the grout section at Home Depot mouth watering. It’s not weird to me to put a rock in my water bottle because it makes my water taste more… mineral-y. It’s not even strange to indulge in a little bit of sandy, ground rock goodness.

This baby is due to exit soon, and I really, really hope she takes this craving for rocks with her. I hope I come home from the hospital, take one look at this rock, and want to hurl at the thought of ever wanting to eat it.

I’m 39 weeks pregnant… and I don’t know how much longer this rock is going to hold out.

December 18, 2010 20 comments
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Water On The Rocks, A Pica Lust Story

by Jill November 4, 2010
written by Jill

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.

THIS rock…

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.

Photo Courtesy of Regetis Photography

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

November 4, 2010 34 comments
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