"When I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I stopped at the store for Krispy Kreme donuts, the creme-filled chocolate covered ones. I proceeded to get a baker's dozen and hop back in the car. Driving the 5 minutes home, my husband ate one of my donuts. I full out bawled, snot running and tears almost blinding me as I was driving. Why? Because I wanted to eat ALL the donuts. When we got home, he called my family and best friend to tell them what happened while I sat on the sofa, eating my donuts and crying. I did eat the remaining 12, over 2-3 days and hid them from him so he couldn't eat anymore."
"Wife was craving Chef Boyardee ravioli. I was cooking it in on the stove, only half watching it when I glanced over and saw it was at a hard boil. Oh crap! I grabbed it and pulled it off the heat and started vigorously stirring so nothing burned on the bottom. Wife walked in, 'YOU'RE STIRRING IT TOO FAST!! THEY ARE GOING TO BREAK APART!!!' She left the room bawling.
They kinda did though."
"I was around 8 months pregnant when my husband and I went out to eat at Chili's. I was famished enough to order something I'd never tried before, but it looked good.
When I got it, I took a bite and it was inedible! Mind you, there was nothing wrong with the dish except that I didn't like it.
Being as hungry as I was, I imagined having to wait another 10-15 minutes for a new dish, and the tears started welling up. Just at that moment, the waitress came to check on us, and I couldn't speak, I was so choked up. All I could do was look at my husband, who quickly told the waitress what was wrong. The waitress probably thought I was a battered woman or something, but my husband let me eat his food, so all was right in the world."
"My then pregnant sister was craving McDonald's fries. I got her a large fries and she immediately flipped it all out on the tray and start picking at the crispier ones to save them for last. Before we left, I was collecting the garbage, including her tray which had honestly, maybe four crispy fries left on them. I had assumed it was 'garbage.' Big mistake. Threw out the garbage and came back to help my sister, and she had the most miserable look on her face. Asked what's wrong, and she slowly went from a low whimper to heavy breathing in between cries. I had thrown out her favorite pieces that she was keeping for last and I made her sad because she will never get to know what the last fry would've tasted like, even though she is sure it would've been great since she kept it for last. I felt like a jerk over crispy fries."
"Birthday Cake Oreos were my downfall. I remember that I had seen a commercial for them and everyone I knew was gushing over how delicious they were. I bought them and hated them! Sobbed about how Oreo had 'let me down.' I'm sure my husband thought I was insane."
"I used to work in a restaurant, and a guy came in five minutes before closing and asked for blueberry pancakes. He looked like someone had shot his dog when told that there were none, and almost had a complete breakdown begging for blueberry pancakes.
One of the guys from the kitchen walked by at this time, saw what was happening, and asked, 'Is your wife pregnant?' The guy nodded (he was too far gone to speak by this point), and our guy goes running back to the kitchen yelling, 'GET BLUEBERRY PANCAKES UP, NOW!' So a couple of us stuck around late to make a fresh batch of pancakes, then provided the poor bastard with every type of syrup known to man to stave off any further incident."
"I was 5 months pregnant and had a super intense craving through my pregnancy for corn. Thankfully it wasn't really specific, I didn't care if it was canned corn, fresh off the cob corn, creamed corn, frozen corn. Didn't matter, just needed corn. So 5ish months pregnant, I got some corn on the cob fresh from my neighbor's garden, came home and made it for my family. We all sat down to eat and I picked up my corn on the cob, then started bawling my eyes out because some of the kernels of corn were a lighter yellow than the rest. I know, completely crazy. But for some reason, I was upset the whole thing wasn't the same yellow color kernels.
Pregnancy hormones are no joke."
"I had a ridiculous craving for nachos, specifically...a Nacho Belle Grande from Taco Bell. This was during my first pregnancy. I figured that if I just waited it out, the craving would go away - it always did before I got pregnant. I was 17 and all I had to my name were some school books and a car my mother could barely fill with gas for me to drive myself to school.
Two days went by...
I've gone from wanting to NEEDING a Nacho Belle Grande. I'm bawling my eyes out, begging on my knees, searching for pocket change in all crevices in the house (pennies even), the visual was terrible.
I called one of my guy friends. I could barely get out a few words. He tried to finish my sentences for me, 'Your parents hurt you?' No. 'Your boyfriend broke up with you?' No!
Finally, I just blurted it out, 'I WANT NACHOS!!'
He burst out laughing hysterically. Now I'm pissed, embarrassed and I almost hang up on him!
'I'll be right over!'
I've never eaten so many tacos, burritos and yes, nachos in my life! Never got my Nacho Belle Grande, but Taco Time sufficed.
I don't mess around with cravings anymore when I'm pregnant. Thankfully, it's never been like that ever again.
By the way, that first bite sent shivers down my neck that no other sensation I've ever had in my life could match!"
"My pregnancy craving was S'mores Pop Tarts. One time I was at the grocery store about 30 weeks along, right before Christmas, and they didn't have S'mores Pop Tarts. Tears. Ugly cry. I started tearing the boxes off the shelf, looking deep in the back determined to find S'mores Pop Tarts. Then somehow my husband found a box - misplaced in a different spot. Tears again. I started crying and said, 'It's a Christmas miracle!'
To which my husband said, 'I don't think you understand what a Christmas miracle is.'
"When I was in Walmart, I was just about to finish up a huge shopping trip. But when I was grabbing some Reese's ice cream, I realized they didn't have the kind with the chocolate ice cream with pieces of Reese's peanut butter cups (the kind I NEEDED), they only had the peanut butter ice cream with the cups (the kind that made me nauseous). I was so pissed off and devastated, I broke down in the freezer aisle, ended up just leaving the store and left my full cart right there. It took quite a bit of consoling from my significant other. He even went on a search through every grocery store within three towns and brought some home for me, I was so happy I cried again. NOTE: I'm not usually a very emotional person, it takes A LOT to actually make me cry when not pregnant, like the death of a close family member or friend, and I was almost 9 months pregnant when this story happened."
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"Well, I went to get a burrito at my favorite place. Got there 15 minutes after they closed, but I had thought they would be open another hour. No burrito. I was beyond devastated.
I couldn't even cry; I just stood in the parking lot with my head against a wall, barely able to go on with my life until my husband finally managed to get me to move.
He bought me something else, but it just wasn't the same."
"When I was pregnant with my first kid, I was seriously put off by salty foods. Just the mouth feel of french fries or potato chips (because of the salt) made me gag. So my husband thought he'd be awesome and have dinner made when I got home from work. I was pumped because I was very pregnant and very hungry. I asked what he was making, he said stir fry. Ok, this stir fry was the frozen in a bag stuff, but just the same I was starving. I asked 'Did you put the packet of sauce that comes with it on the vegetables?' He said no, but he DID put that crap on there and I was livid. I shrieked about how I was so hungry and I couldn't even eat this because it was too salty. Then I winged a plate of stir fry veggies and rice at him and stomped away, crying like a crazy."
"It was an average Wednesday night, and my boyfriend was making dinner because I had an awful headache. We decided to have mashed potatoes as a side and a salad. Now when he makes mashed potatoes, he likes the skins and I don't. I deal with it for him, but really I was already dreading dinner because of the skins.
Fast forward to the mashing of the potatoes and I saw him go to the fridge and grab the cheese. Okay, no big deal, he will put it on his when he serves his plate. Nope. He decided to throw half a bag of cheese into the mashed potatoes without consulting me first. I felt the rage and sadness build up and fought the urge to cry. I got over it as much as I could. Once he gave me my plate, I sat down and avoided the potatoes for a few bites. Finally mustered up the courage to eat them and darn it, they were DELICIOUS. And then I started to cry because they were delicious.
Thank you pregnancy."
"I once craved a McDonald's milkshake. I'd been on a 12-hour shift in a bar and was about 30 weeks along. It was 1 am and I NEEDED this shake. Went to the 24-hour McDonald's just to find that they'd turned the milkshake machine off. I cried on my steering wheel. The manager in the drive through didn't know what to do until he passed me a McFlurry and told me he didn't want anything for it which brought on more tears! That poor young man."
"It was around 2 am, and I suddenly NEEDED a pickle, but not just any pickle, a Dill Vlasic pickle. My loving husband ventured out to get me one and came back with one of those gas station pickles in a bag.
I have no idea what came over me, but I LOST IT. I went into straight rage mode. I remember saying, 'DOES THIS SAY VLASIC DILL PICKLE ON IT? NO, IT SAYS FREAKING PICKLE IN A BAG!!!'
The worst part was that he actually went out and bought me the correct pickles, and when he got back, I had eaten the one from the gas station.
Pregnancy hormones are freaking serious."
"I was about 6 months pregnant with my second kid. I went to Burger King. I used to work at BK, albeit years ago, and we used to have a toasted cheese sandwich. It was basically two heels sent through the bun toaster twice, and two slices of cheese, but you could doll it up any way you wanted. My friend/coworker and I used to order that, add lettuce, tomato, onion, EXTRA PICKLES, and add a sweet and sour packet. It was light and delicious!
Anyway, I went through the drive-thru and ordered the toasted cheese, and the girl was like, that doesn't exist. And long story short, we argued about it. I didn't like the attitude out of her, period, plus I was willing to bet all the money on my person that she didn't even look at the register for the option. So, I stormed in and demanded to see the manager. The whole time I was waiting for this guy, she was over there, rolling her eyes, snickering to the counter girl. Aside from my ex, I never wanted to throttle someone so bad (rage was my main emotion while pregnant that time around).
Manager rolled up, and I kept my cool enough to explain the whole situation, and the girl was going pale watching and listening to me. I think she thought I was going to fly off the handle again, thus lessening my credibility, but I did not. So, after hearing my story, and accepting my apology for screwing their drive thru time up, he calls the little witch over and punches a few spots on the register. Et voilà! TOASTED CHEESE!! He made her take the rest of my order, too. As I had won, I kept my cool, and thanked her, and nicely too, as I was relieved I was getting my sammich.
It was freaking delicious."
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"I was about 18 weeks pregnant and my mom wanted me to make grilled cheese for my little sisters' dinners. So, I made them. Apparently my mom thought they looked a little burnt, so she told me to start over.
I started bawling, saying nothing was wrong with them and the little punks could suck it up and eat them. I then threw the spatula and stormed off.
My mom ended up making them new grilled cheese sandwiches and my husband ate the ones I made.
My mom was laughing so hard, which only made me cry more."
"I was seriously addicted to McDonald's lime milkshakes when I was pregnant. It was a promotional milkshake at the time. I used to have one once a day, it was a terrible addiction.
Well one day, I would have been 8 months pregnant, I waddled into Mickey D's for my daily milkshake fix. I had to wait for a seriously ridiculous amount of time in line. I was getting annoyed at that fact, I just wanted my dang milkshake. I finally made it to the cashier. He was the poster child for young, teenage McDonald's workers: pimply and geekish voice hardly broken.
I asked for my lime milkshake. I could already taste it, then poor cashier boy made a terrible mistake. He told me they were no longer making lime milkshakes, would I like something else? I stood there looking at this unfortunate boy who had the terrible job of telling a highly emotional pregnant woman her daily fix would be no longer.
Then I started to cry, not silent tears, but big sobbing ugly cry, snot and all. My husband abandoned ship and slipped away, trying to not be associated with the pregnant crazy woman. The cashier tried to look everywhere else but me and I stood there sobbing for like a solid two minutes. I'm not proud."
"My mom told me this story from when she was pregnant with me.
My dad played hockey when I was young but he would only go out to play it late at night (around midnight). He was on his way out the door, running late already, when my mom DEMANDED that he go get her a bag of tater tots and a jar of cheese whiz. He told her he was running late and he would get them on his way home, which would be a couple hours later, and she threw a glass full of iced tea at his head. He just turned around and walked out and she said she just cleaned up the mess and cried the whole time. Pregnancy scares me."
"My dad told me this story about my mum when she was pregnant with me back in the late '80s. Mum saw an ad for peppermint aero bars on tv and so told my dad she needed one. So he had to go out diving at night to try and find an open shop to get this chocolate from. After going to a few places, he still couldn't find them anywhere, so he just got a mint pattie because mint chocolate will be same, right?
He got home and gave it to mum and she's like, 'WHY WOULD YOU BUY A MINT PATTIE!? YOU KNOW I HATE THEM!' and chucked a tantrum and my dad was like whatever, screw it and threw the chocolate in the bin (which had papers and stuff, not garbage). Next morning, he got up and noticed that the mint pattie was gone out of the bin."
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"When I was 19 weeks along, I went out to a nice dinner with my son, my partner and his cousins as one of them was having a birthday. At this particular place, you pay for your meal and drinks first. To get your drinks, you take the receipt to the bar to exchange. I was waiting patiently for the bartender to serve me when this middle aged cow walked up to the bar with a $20 in her hand. After I had already been waiting a good 10 minutes, the bartender then went and served this shriveled prune. Well, I let rip at them. 'EXCUSE ME?!?! I"VE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR AGES! ALL I WANT IS A SOFT DRINK FOR MY SON AND MYSELF, I'VE ALREADY PAID!'
Bartender looked uncomfortable. He looked at me, looked at the prune, then looked back at me, and had the gall to say, 'I'll be with you just after this.' I wasn't letting that slide.
'ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I'M FREAKING PREGNANT AND I WAS HERE BEFORE HER!' Managed to get served while getting the stink eye from the prune, took my drinks back to the table and ugly cried for about 10 minutes in the middle of this nice restaurant. Was a bit embarrassing for all."
"I made a really amazing smelling pot roast for dinner one night. Nailed the seasoning, the pan juices were insanely flavorful and was gonna make a dope gravy. I took one little bite and nearly vomited because to me, it literally tasted like feces. Apparently I got super-tastebuds while pregnant and anything too iron rich tasted like poop. So I basically had to quit red meat of any kind during my pregnancy, which sucked. But after that first little bite, I collapsed in the kitchen, weeping and holding the crock pot lid like a baby. Not pleasant. My husband thought I was freaking nuts. I think I ended up making a quesadilla for dinner while my husband munched on delicious pot roast and gravy."
"I had a thing for oranges and pineapples and I would make orange-pineapple smoothies. One time, when I was 8 months, my now ex tried to make me one because I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions really bad. He made it orange-apple instead, though, and I just lost my mind and cried, threw it at him, went to the bedroom and took a nap."