I’m convinced there is no way to get through cravings, pregnancy or not, by being frugal.
Let’s go back a bit. Last week, I went to the doctor to confirm that yes, I am pregnant. According to the ultrasound I had to do yesterday, the little bugger is about 8 weeks old. So yes, get ready to see diaper stockpile pictures soon.
Anyway, I have been extremely tired, sleeping all day, morning sickness during daylight hours and hungry as the dickens at night. Although it would have been nice to crave items that we have an abundance of in our stockpile, it seemed to never work out that way. When you’re pregnant and you have a craving, you have to obey. No substitutions will do. It’s much different from being a woman and craving chocolate but getting a small piece of dark curbs the craving without adding the calories. If I want a large pickle and a liter of ginger ale, that’s what I want. And if you don’t give it to me, I’m going to cry. The End.
Now, when it comes to being frugal about this little problem, I haven’t been able to conquer the challenge. With my last pregnancy it was easy: my cravings were fruits and veggies and the occasional Taco Bell crunchy beef taco with no cheese and extra lettuce. No silly stuff like ice cream and pickles or whole steak dinners. This time, with this little bundle of insanity, I crave the finer things.
Beef. And lots of it. Chili, steak, burgers, I need it all. If I could get a big porterhouse steak for dinner every night, I would. I could easily get my iron from some wonderful veggies that are loaded with it, but no. The baby wants meats. And not just any meat. Chicken seems to not sit well, and after thanksgiving, turkey isn’t gonna cut it. I need beef.
Chinese food. This one is SO hard for me because you all know how much I love to make my fried rice. It’s easy, it’s tasty and it usually curbs my chinese food craving as a normal woman. But, preggo brain lady needs Chinese food. And guess what? It has to have BEEF in it. Beef and mushrooms over white rice, beef fried rice, beef won tons and teriyaki beef sticks. I ordered all of that JUST FOR ME one night. I don’t even want to tell you all how much that bill was. Remember, there are 2 other people who had to eat as well, so add in their meals. And yes, within 2 days, I ate all of that food. Lord help me.
Pickles. This is a new one for me. You hear that it’s a “pregnancy staple” all the time, but it just wasn’t for me with Sonny Boy. Cucumbers, yes, but pickles, no. Every night now, I find myself at the fridge eating a salty, brine-soaked, pickle. Unfortunately, I had no stockpile of this either, and had to pay the “sale” price for them. I had been craving them for 3 days and couldn’t take it anymore.
Canned corn. Nope, not fresh, not frozen, it has to be canned. I am lucky enough to have a stockpile of this, but at this rate, it’s going to be gone very soon. It has to be buttered and made in the microwave. Any other way, and it makes me nauseous.
Those are just a few things that have caught me off guard so far. Usually, I would stay level-headed, take on this challenge and come out victorious. But, I’m not quite sure how to tackle this one. I can easily stockpile on these few things(except the Chinese food) and be prepared for my evening munchies, but as most women who’ve been pregnant know, your cravings can change in a drop of a hat. Can you imagine how extremely angry I would be to suddenly HATE pickles and have 20 jars stockpiled? Or go crazy the next time ground beef is at a rock bottom price and all of a sudden not be able to stand the sight of it?
I’ve decided, for now, that we’ll tighten a little bit more in all of the other aspects of the budget and add a little more to our entertainment/eating out budget. That’s the only thing I can see that might help. I do anticipate a few impulse buys at the store too, since “the baby” will be shopping with me from now on, but I’ll try to restrain myself. Yeah, right.
So, I turn it over to you. Do you have any ideas on how I can not turn this into a great big money pit? Or should I just let it ride? Or you can just tell me Via Con Dios, and say a prayer for me. Yeah, I like the last one.