Home > Son #1 > The Great Muffin Craving of 2012

The Great Muffin Craving of 2012

Like Michael Scott, I’m not superstitious but I’m a little stitious. When my wife and I were expecting D1, both our moms unleashed a slew of Korean pregnancy superstitions on us. Three of them they stated repeatedly

  1. If the pregnant mom doesn’t get the food she’s craving, the baby’s eyes will be crooked
  2. Post-birth, the mom has to have a diet subsisting of seaweed soup (miyeok guk 미역국)
  3. Post-birth, the mom has to be kept warm at all times to prevent achy joints and arthritis later in life

The last one, my wife and I saw firsthand when we visited my cousin who had given birth in the summer, shortly after we found out we were expecting. It was a sweltering, humid day in Maryland (which is pretty much every day in late-July to early-August around here) and the house was horribly uncomfortable – we figured the air conditioning was broken. After greeting us, my cousin went to her room to try and get some rest on her bed. Her mom sees her and JUMPS up in shock and runs over to her. Alarmed, we followed behind her. She grabs a damyo (a thick, fuzzy blanket Koreans use in the winter) (It’s probably not spelled that way commonly, but damyo is funnier in my mind) and throws it on my cousin. It also turns out that the A/C wasn’t broken; my aunt wouldn’t allow it to be turned on. My mom nodded approvingly.

Most pregnancy superstitions (how the woman is carrying the baby determines the sex, for example) seem silly. But the first Korean pregnancy superstition I listed above? I followed that without fail. Not because I loved my unborn child (which I did); but because I love food. So not only does it win me Good Husband points, I also get to eat food.

For example, this past weekend, my wife was craving Bon Chon chicken. It’s a 40 minute drive. I definitely earned some Good Husband points for that one. Plus, I LOVE Bon Chon. This is the rare win-win for a husband. And yes, I bought 2 large orders just in case she wouldn’t leave any leftovers she was really hungry*.

So yesterday, we were heading to our car after doing some shopping at Sam’s Club and my wife says, “I’m craving a chocolate muffin.” If you know my wife, you know that she’s a fairly healthy eater. In fact, you could argue that if it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t eat junk food at all. And you’d win that argument handily. She even had a plan: rather than buying 4 massive chocolate muffins they have available at Sam’s, she decided we’d go to Panera and get one. Panera-lover that I am, I had no problem with this.

Except, Panera had no chocolate muffins.

She suggested we try Dunkin Donuts.

Alas. They only had chocolate chip muffins (horrible first world problem, no?).

The rain began pouring down. If you know Maryland drivers, you know that driving ability is inversely proportional with precipitation.

I love my chocolate muffin kid; I will not be deterred.

We tried another store. No luck.

My wife said, “Let’s just go home…”

I love my chocolate muffin kid; I will not be deterred.

We drove to another county** to a Giant. The rain was still pouring and I couldn’t find a close parking spot – I hadn’t planned for rain so I was wearing my regular shoes.

I love my chocolate muffin kid; I will not be deterred.

I told my wife to wait in the car – she’s at the waddling phase (those were her words, not mine).

I ran in and headed toward the bakery. There was an older lady (all of my grocery store confrontations tend to be with older ladies for some reason) leisurely perusing the baked goods with a tong in her hand. GASP there was only one chocolate muffin left and the old lady was using the only pair of tongs. I may or may not have very gently nudged her aside and grabbed the muffin with my bare hand. Pretty sure she looked at me with one of those, “WHY I NEVER…”

I love my chocolate muffin kid; I will not be deterred.

Like a proud hunter returning home with a prized game, I returned to our vehicle triumphant.

So there you go, kiddo – this is how much daddy loves chocolate muffins you.

And yes, she did share some of the muffin with me. Even a piece of the top. Now that’s love.

What about you? What pregnancy superstitions did your parents tell you? Did you have any cravings during pregnancy?


* Thankfully, my wife will usually share at least a bite of what I bring back for her. Usually.

** We live on the county border. Very convenient for when I want to make blog posts sound more dramatic.

  1. March 1, 2012 at 11:22 am

    Oh, dear god – this bring me flashbacks. When Duffy was pregnant with Leila, she wanted a muffin. But, she didn’t know what kind of muffin. But it wasn’t chocolate (which is rare for her). But it was 10pm.

    We do have 24 hour Dunkin’ Donuts, but it’s hit or miss to find what they might have at night . . . they lock the doors, only operate the drive thru, and rely on coffee sales. So, I went searching about, eventually finding a butter-rum muffin that she loved (hooray for good husband points) from one of the local grocery stores.

    Just yesterday, though, she said that she finally visited that grocery store by herself. The reason she had been avoiding it? She knew she’d be unable to avoid getting herself another butter rum muffin.

    • Pop
      March 5, 2012 at 10:01 am

      So was your house full of butter rum muffins?

  2. March 1, 2012 at 12:14 pm

    Well I wasn’t subjected to many superstitions but my cravings were insane. First pregnancy was juice. Mostly apple juice. I’d drink it watered down, but was still going thru 3-4 containers a week {compared to one lasting us 2-3 weeks before}. And the second one? Watermelon. i could eat an entire 8lb watermelon in one sitting and want more.

    • Pop
      March 5, 2012 at 10:03 am

      That’s impressive. There should be a show where women do incredible pregnancy feats. I’d watch.

  3. March 1, 2012 at 4:41 pm

    Greeks like superstitions based on presents. You may not cut it break any ribbons on presents. It’s something like the lifeline on your palm. The kid will have a short one. Morbid fun!
    John liked the nausea because he often got to finish my meals.

    • Pop
      March 5, 2012 at 10:03 am

      lol. I really don’t mind when my wife can’t finish her meals either.

  4. March 2, 2012 at 10:23 am

    Well there weren’t any superstitions although my grandma was convinced that our son was a boy…so she went around telling people that we were expecting a girl. Let me tell you how awkward our genderless baby shower was….and getting a lot…A LOT of pink things.
    It was especially awkward when her granddaughter came out with a penis.
    Ha. You did’t think I could throw in a penis in this comment did you?

    My husband was in love with food too. He gained the sympathy weight with me. I had an addiction to those tubs of cookie dough kids sell for a fundraiser. I polished one tub off in a week.
    Don’t judge me.

    • Pop
      March 5, 2012 at 10:04 am

      Again, I’m impressed.

  5. March 4, 2012 at 12:54 am

    We are boring Swedes.
    No superstitions (or even little stitions) about which I’m aware.


    When I was pregnant, every Thursday night without fail I craved Numero Uno pizza.
    That thick, sweet, cheesy, greasy crust. With meatballs.

    I’d eat at least half the pizza myself each week.
    It was like Italian cake. But better.

    I hope EVERYONE enjoyed that chocolate muffin.
    And oh what a lucky momma and baby to have someone so determined as you loving them…

    • Pop
      March 5, 2012 at 10:04 am

      I’m sure I wouldn’t mind in the least if my wife began craving thick, sweet, cheesy, greasy pizza. Mmmmmmm.

  6. Eve
    March 5, 2012 at 12:36 pm

    Oh man when I was pregnant, I craved oranges like crazy. I must have ate 2-3 everyday during the first trimester!

    Crazy superstitions? In the Mexican culture there are several that I found hilarious like, if a pregnant woman cuts her hair, baby will be born bald. HA! I cut my hair 3 times during pregnancy, and yet my son was born with enough hair for triplets. Go figure!

  7. April 1, 2012 at 2:11 am

    Wow! I want a chocolate muffin badly now! I have just posted something about superstition, but not a regular one- its something odd which I believe led me to fall pregnant. I remember a great “old wives tale” that my Grandmother used to say to my mum when she was expecting that if you eat too much meat, the baby’s head will get too big!

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: