When you think of pregnancy cravings, you think of weird things like gerkins or coal. When I was pregnant with Boo, I couldn’t get enough of anything containing raisins or dried fruit. Scones, toasted tea cakes, anything like that.
Since the early days of this pregnancy however, it’s been really different.
All I’ve fancied is sour stuff. Bitter lemon was the first thing I found to sooth my desire. The more bitter, the better.
I tried every own-brand diet bitter lemon (I found Tesco the most bitter, so the winner) but, as a Saturday night treat, I splashed out on Schweppes.
So this week, all I could think of was that bitter lime pickle you get from and Indian take away. I begged Hubster for a take away but, he worked late Friday and went out on Saturday so I had to take matters into my own hands.
Just before he was due to go out, I did the unthinkable. I rang my local Indian take away and ordered lime pickle and two papadums.
‘Anything else?’ he asked. I sheepishly said no down the phone and scurried to the car to do my very own walk of shame.
I do have a little bump so, when I got there, the nice man laughed at me and I laughed back saying he may have at least another four months of this as my sour phase doesn’t seem to be waning.
Even though the thought of going for the pickle was embarrassing, when Hubster had gone, I settled down on the sofa with the dog and honestly? It was the best Saturday night I’ve had in a long time.
Just me, my lime pickle and I and bless them, when I looked into the bag, they’d put two little jars of pickle in so I got an extra one for Sunday night.