The other day I was reading to the boys (for the gajillionth time) one of their favorite books: Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar. For those of you who may not be as intimately familiar with the story as I am, it follows a tiny caterpillar from the day he hatches from his little white egg through his journey as he eats different foods every day getting nice and fat for his grand finale: building a cocoon and finally emerging as a beautiful butterfly. It’s a classic story, and one that I find myself relating more and more to now that I have my condition (condition = pregnancy).
I feel for the poor little caterpillar–he’s just hungry all the time and it is his JOB to eat and grow so he might become more beautiful. As such, I’ve decided to adopt the Very Hungry Caterpillar’s mantra: I, too, have dedicated myself to eating and growing so that I might become more beautiful (or produce a more beautiful baby?). You see, I take the whole “eating for two” thing very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that you might mistake my food consumption for that of two competing sumo wrestlers rather than that of an average sized woman and a nearly-1-pound baby. Not to brag, but some might call me a professional double-eater.
As an illustration, here is my own version of The Very Hungry Caterpillar–tweaked a bit to mark my own glorious transformation. I now present:
The Very Hungry Pregnant Lady
In the light of the moon a tiny baby was formed in her mother’s womb.
One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and–pop!–out stuck the mother’s belly as the tiny baby began to grow.
Growing a baby is hard work, so the pregnant lady started to look for some food.
On Monday she ate through one piece of apple pie à la mode. But she was still hungry.
On Tuesday she ate through two brownies, but she was still hungry.
On Wednesday, she ate through three slices of pizza, but she was still hungry.
On Thursday she ate through four graham crackers smothered in Funfetti frosting, but she was still hungry.
On Friday she ate through five pieces of deli meat (microwaved to steaming, first, to remove the possibility of Listeria poisoning), but she was still hungry.
On Saturday she was a good girl and she ate through six tangerines, but she was still hungry.
On Saturday she ate for dinner: one chocolate pudding cup, one heaping scoop of Nutella, one salami, one plate of spaghetti, one bag of popcorn, one buttery croissant, and one bottle of sparkling mineral water.
That night she had a stomachache!
The next day the pregnant lady ate salad. After that she felt much better.
Now she wasn’t hungry any more–and she wasn’t a little lady any more. She was a big, fat pregnant lady. She crawled inside her cocoon-of-a-bed and read celebrity gossip magazines while her devoted husband rubbed her swollen feet. She grew that baby for nine whole months. Then she went to the hospital, got an epidural, and pushed out…
Now she wasn’t a Very Hungry Pregnant Lady any more. She was a Very Blessed Mommy.
2 thoughts on “The Very Hungry Pregnant Lady: A Parody”
I love this post! Super creative, sweet and fun! Also… I love the fun fetti frosting Ina graham cracker idea!
Oh, the frosting in the graham crackers…it’s highly addictive 😋