Creaveability

So pregnant women are supposed to crave stuff right? Hence, my catchy title and excuse to proclaim the goodness of all the things I 'crave' or think are craveable. Pretty smart, right? My foggy brain has not reached the hormonal saturation point just yet, it seems.

Food (the best category of all):

Chinese buffets that are actually good (the one on I-10 between Wirt and Bingle exits). Hunan Chef is the name I believe. Ate myself silly there yesterday. It's a pregnant woman's dream! Seriously, where else can you get kung pao chicken, fried rice, corn nuggets and a stuffed baked potato? Let's just say I probably overdid the 'eating for two' philosophy by around 2pm. Craveability factor of 10/10.

Pizza of any kind, but especially the $5 Hot and Ready's from Little Caesar's behind my house. I dream of the cheesy, doughy, sauced goodness on a daily basis. Creaveability factor of 9/10

Beans, beans and more beans! For some crazy reason, since the dawn of mini-me's conception, I have wanted nothing more than refried pinto beans. Plain, with cheese, with eggs in a tortilla, with salsa and chips, with rice, on a chalupa, straight from the can, with cheese and sauce wrapped in a tortilla. Basically, I'm creating a burrito monster in my uterus. The beans can do no wrong in my world. Craveability of 11/10.

Donuts. Goodness gracious. Delicious fried dough covered with sugar or chocolate flavored sugar. What's not to crave? Craveability of 8/10. My current favorites are Shipley's chocolate donuts.

Fruit of any kind. The one healthy thing I crave (God's way of keeping at least a miniscule amount of nutrients flowing in this body of mine). Oranges, nectarines, plums, bananas, strawberries. Yum. I think I'll have a fruit salad today. Craveability factor of 8/10.

Other stuff:

Television shows-

The Office: I wish they made about 100 extra episodes, so I could watch one every few days or so, and not have any reruns. I could watch Dwight acting out a birth scene every day of the week! Craveability of 10/10

Damages: An exciting legal drama involving FBI, murder, corporate greed and all kinds of other good stuff. An FX show that keeps you hanging without being super-cheesy like 24. Craveability of 7/10.

30 Rock: Anything where Tracy Morgan dresses up like Teen Wolf and performs the song "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah" is ok in my book. 10/10.

Clothing:

Anything stretchy in the waist area that I can confidently wear in public. Basically cute workout pants or a few sizes larger stretchy jeans from JC Penny.

Cute, warm, matching PJ's. I can thank my husband for these. However, the ones with the long john leggings are starting to depress me when I look sideways in the mirror.

Bath stuff:

AVON shower gels (cheap and smell awesome). Currently my favorites are plum/nectarine and sunflower/apricot. *Insert shameless AVON plug here* Link to my AVON site. 

Craveability of 8/10.

Anything from Bella Lucce. But especially their chocolate sugar scrub and their French sugared vanilla, silk and honey lotion. Just try to keep your husband away from the scrub, he may try to eat it. Visit their website here.

Craveability of 9/10.

What do you crave, pregnant or not?

So maybe I'm not as bad as this guy when it comes to the Chinese buffet:

Do not house shop while pregnant

Just a word of advice to my pregnant friends (or soon to be, or one day will be). Do NOT house hunt while pregnant. I have learned that the emotional roller coaster of pregnancy will only make you more nauseous if you decide to bolster it by a few nitro packs of house hunting.

So the first house we looked at almost 2 weeks ago, put in an offer (it was the perfect house for us, by the way), listing agent took 3 days to get back with us. 3 DAYS! When you're house hunting, 3 days is like 3 weeks. Never gave us a chance to counter and never told us there was another offer. I like to call this-house lost due to @$$hole agent. Can't control other people, or their moral standards, so whatever. Pretty pissed, but as everyone says, "well obviously, it wasn't the house for you." Somehow, no tears have flowed from my poor little eyes, which is quite shocking, due to the fact that sometimes looking at a jar of peanut butter will make me cry.

Second house, we did take our time deciding on this one, BUT when we put in the offer, the day before, an offer had been accepted. DAMNIT universe! I'm pregnant. I need a stress free house hunt, but you obviously don't feel like cooperating. Where is the love?

So, perhaps you'll have better luck, but I don't suggest tampering with the already raging hormonal battle being fought in your body by introducing such a stressful situation.

OK, now, I'm off to use my new body scrub and shower gel sent to me by Bella Lucce (the most awesome bath stuff on earth). Perhaps that will equalize some of the disappointment over the last 2 weeks. You can check them out by going to www.bellalucce.com. I feel the subject of my next blog brewing, and I have a suspicion it might involve some high praise of my new bath stuff.