Women get excited about pregnancy for so many different reasons. Obviously there is the baby, but there are other things as well such as the growing bump, the first scan, hearing the heartbeat... Something that I was looking forward to during my first pregnancy was cravings. I really wanted a wacky craving. Would it be ice-cream and pickles or peanut butter and bananas.
Months and months went by and I certainly went in and out of a hundred and one different food aversions (assisted by morning sickness)... but not really any cravings.
Then, it hit.
I think I must have been about 20 weeks pregnant with Jack, give or take a few weeks.
The smell. The texture. The taste (how did I even know what it tasted like???).
There were times of the day where my entire head was filled with the urge to eat dirt. Yes. DIRT.
I was absolutely mortified and it took me ages to confide in Ben about it, let alone my Ob. When I eventually did speak to my Ob about it, he shrugged nonchalantly and stated it was actually pretty common. It is a condition called Pica, where you crave an inedible substance. People can crave chalk, cigarette butts, wood, metal... and apparently dirt. If I told you that I managed the entirety of my pregnancy with Jack, not giving in to the craving, I would be lying. I had my moments.
Well, it has happened again with this pregnancy. This time, as soon as the feeling hit I shrugged and decided not to stress about it so much. I suppose I must have been about the same gestation as I was with Jack's pregnancy when it hit again. Obviously there have been times when my determination to not give in has faltered with this pregnancy as well. What can I say. My bad.
I have also, since found out that my Paternal Grandmother had the exact same craving during her pregnancies. At least I am in good company!
From the research I have conducted, it is actually a pretty understandable craving. There are still tribes around the world to this day that consume various forms of dirt and clay as part of their diets and health regimes. It is, after all, one of the easiest and most basic ways to ingest a variety of important minerals and nutrients. There are even forms of food grade, edible dirt that can be purchased for these purposes.
And, as of today, I have a jar of it courtesy of the husband. It is called Australian Bentonite Clay powder (or Australian Healing Clay), and it both smells AND tastes sufficiently dirty to satisfy my needs. No more licking unwashed potatoes or finger dipping the dirt for me!