I’m Pregnant and All l Want to Eat is Red Meat
Ever since Boo pumped his seed into my uterus, I’ve been obsessed with protein. Eggs, beans, nuts: I want it all! I especially can’t get enough of meat – juicy, delicious red meat. Grrrrr! I feel like a caveman.
Before my pregnancy I rarely ate red meat. Well, except when sucking on (cover your ears, baby!) a sausage. Now, I want red meat for lunch and dinner. Not breakfast; it hasn’t gone that far – yet. I’m so obsessed with steak and sirloin and ground beef that I even burnt my tongue and finger because I couldn’t wait to devour the slab of carne on my plate. I heated it up braciole, an Italian meat sausage made with shredded beef and filled with parsley and garlic (my mouth is watering), and opened the hot Tupperware without an oven mitt. The hot steam hit my hand – ooooooow!
This just happened, which is why I’m typing with a finger covered in Neosporin and a piece of ice on my tongue. What has become of me?!
It’s the baby. According to a pregnancy survey, pregnant women crave specific things because it’s what their body needs. So, if you crave chocolate, you might have a shortage of magnesium. If you crave ice, you might have an iron deficiency. If you’re a momma-to-be like me that craves protein, you need protein while pregnant. My baby’s all “feed me red meat, mom!” Kick to the uterus.
Another theory (see: old wives tales on gender) is that craving red meat means you’re having a baby boy. What say you little one? Kick to the uterus. Yeah, that’s what I thought.