Seriously. I had no idea. No idea. I don’t know what causes this hunger, but I can only assume it’s milk production. I remember shopping at Buy Buy Baby with my husband and J when he was about a week old (so, right as my body was kicking into high gear to make milk instead of colostrum). I was fine one minute, and the next I was gripped with a hunger unlike any I had ever known. And when I’m hungry, I am a bitch. More so than usual.
I growled at Bo, “Feed me, NOW!” and when he pointed out to me that we had a full shopping cart, so it would be a few minutes before he could get me to a fast food restaurant, I looked at him and said (and meant) these words: “I. Will. Eat. You.”
I grabbed the nearest pack of baby fruit snacks off the shelf and devoured them. I was still hungry, but at least my husband was able to get me out of there and to Wendy’s for a hamburger with all of his limbs intact.
My advice to you: Keep lots of water and granola bars in your baby’s diaper bag. You know, so you don’t eat your husband.