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When I found out that I was pregnant with my daughter I was a vegetarian. This was a lifestyle I grew up with and had gone back and forth with over the years, but I was determined to try my best to maintain a vegetarian diet throughout the pregnancy. I did this with my doctor’s blessing, and I tried my best to maintain a healthy and balanced diet.

Fast forward to my fourth month of pregnancy. My morning sickness had subsided and one night while out with friends I suddenly got the most irresistible and undeniable urge for cold fried chicken.

Cold fried chicken? What?

I valiantly ignored this urge for three or four days until I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I called my husband while I was at work and asked him to immediately go buy a bucket of fried chicken and then stick it in the fridge so it would be cold by the time I got home. My mouth was watering the entire drive home. When I arrived home I dashed to the fridge, ripped open the bucket, and ate that cold fried chicken as though it was the first meal I’d had in weeks. My husband watched me with an expression on his face that could only be described as amused intrigue. I haven’t been a vegetarian since.

I never had the fabled pickles-and-ice-cream cravings, but cold fried chicken was the most prevalent craving throughout my entire pregnancy. A friend of mine craved chocolate pie when she was pregnant, and another wanted apples with every meal. I’ll never forget, however, how pregnancy switched me from content vegetarian to ravenous carnivore.

Tags: craving, Pregnancy, vegetarian