Homesick Belly

Why is it we crave certain things when we are pregnant?

Leading research suggests... we just don't know.

I may or may not have been googling the answer during my last thirty minutes at work today. I may or may not still be using those thirty minutes to write this random blog.

Right now I want two things, breakfast food (turkey sausage, pancakes and eggs) AND a chicken salad sandwich for a deli I used to go to when I was 11 years old. The deli is in Forest Hills, NY far, far way and it was called Homestead. I am not sure it still exists. The sandwich was this perfect combination of sour and sweet deliciousness. If it was in front of me right now, I would savor every morsel, throw my napkins to the ground and lick the remnants off my fingers. It is so hard to find a good chicken salad sandwich.

A couple of weeks ago, my mom came to visit and I begged and pleaded with her to bring me Chow Mei Fun from my favorite Chinese food place in Manhattan. She obliged and when she arrived with that white plastic bowl with the clear lid, I practically knocked my own child over to get to those noodles. I stopped talking and ate it all without speaking.

Pregnancy on me doesn't come with a ravenous appetite, it comes with these cravings that hit me like a punching bag. Its like the baby is screaming, "PANCAKES, PANCAKES, CHICKEN SALLAADDD, SALLAAADDDD" while jumping up and down, over and over again, and pushing the big red hunger button in my stomach that can only be satisfied by pancakes or chicken salad.

Sigh.

Almost five months down, friends.

I think I am going to order some breakfast food and pick it up on my way home tonight.