As every good woman knows, the surest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And let me tell you, in week 7 of our journey towards parenthood, with pregnancy cravings now in full swing, my stomach (and I) couldn’t be happier.
In the months before we started trying for a baby, my wife decided to enforce, with dictatorial relish, a strict and severe healthy eating regime to ensure we were in tip top shape to conceive.
She dusted off her dreaded Hemsley + Hemsley cookbook (my arch nemesis – available in all good book stores), effectively ridding our lives of a great many of my favourite foodstuffs; sugar, dairy, gluten and bacon.
As it happens we were very lucky and got pregnant on our first attempt, which of course I attribute more to my exemplary swimmers rather than my decreasing waist line, as I’m sure you will understand.
Knowing that pregnancy cravings were just around the corner, I’d prepared myself for another few months of strange food demands from my other half, having read (what were to me) ‘horror’ stories – mums-to-be bulk buying gherkins, feasting on late night peanut butter and anchovy sandwiches and even craving inedible things like charcoal and broccoli.
So imagine my surprise when the cravings kicked in last week and it became apparent that my wonderful, sweet wife wasn’t craving the grotesque, but rather the same things that I have been dreaming of ever since the evil Hemsley sisters moved into our flat last summer – burgers, pizza, chocolate and fish & chips!
It was at this point I knew for certain this baby was definitely mine.
So, with my the full support of my wife, I now look forward to reconnecting with some dear old London friends that we haven’t seen for a while – Honest Burgers, Pizza Express, Chicken Shop and McDonald’s – oh how I’ve missed you.
Check you later – 32 weeks and 5 days left to go.
I hope you’ve enjoyed today’s blog. Please share any weird and wonderful cravings that you or your partner have experienced in the comments section below!