Hmmm...let's see, before I even knew I was prego and in the early days, I craved cherry icees and vinegar and salt chips. Then I craved Taco Bell enchiritos for a few weeks. Then Coco Krispies....and I ate about a box a day for a month. Then what was really wierd, I craved the way things smelled--new carpet, new tires, magic markers, gas!
And ice--I would eat ice until it froze my tounge and I couldn't talk.
