If there is one thing you can do to help a pregnant lady out, it’s to offer her food. Especially at noon.
In late spring, when I was just entering the second trimester of pregnancy, I often found myself sitting at work, having food cravings. Only problem was, I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the craving was for! Usually I brought my lunch from home, but some days I had cravings for something different. Sometimes I would make the trek down Bank Street to hit up Burgers and Fries Forever for some poutine (delicious French fries smothered in rich gravy and topped with chewy cheese curds). As a bonus, the meat is halal, grain-fed from a local butcher.
Or at times I would wander around Sparks Street (Ottawa’s pedestrian mall) to see what new take-out places opened up and what they offered. Or better still was the time I was on a week-long training course, and went to India Palace to indulge in their buffet. Two days in a row. I’m sure it would make quite the joke (“Did you hear about the pregnant woman who walked into an Indian restaurant and went straight to grab a plate at the buffet?”)
More often than not, when I couldn’t find something to satisfy my unnamed craving, I would settle for a Vietnamese noodle dish or cold pasta salad. It seems the baby was happy with anything containing carbs.
When I was expecting the twins, my cravings were for super healthy foods according to the season. Like watermelon and corn in summer, and sweet potato soup in the fall. I couldn’t stand anything with sugar in it. Despite this, turns out Mister has the sweet tooth and can polish a whole big slice of birthday cake. Meanwhile, Missy usually hands over half her cookie to me and asks me to finish it for her.
This time around, it looks like Baby Honey will be born with a sweet tooth like her big brother. Other than sweets, in the first two trimesters I was craving things like pasta and spaghetti sauce, chicken noodle soup, and baked tandoori chicken (check out my recipe here). For some reason I took it upon myself to make those things at home from scratch… and in large quantities.
Now that I am entering the third and last trimester, my energy levels are too low to make a big batch of soup or a dozen chicken drumsticks. Nor am I able to do the long lunchtime treks across downtown in search of something new and exciting to eat.
So if you see a pregnant woman wandering aimlessly around downtown Ottawa at lunchtime between now and October, be a sweetheart and offer her some carbs!