Both times I was pregnant, certain foods became instantly repellant to me, while others took on a nearly mystical appeal. I remember drinking glass after glass of milk, when normally the only time I endure milk is when it's in cereal. I was drawn to liverwurst (I KNOW), grapefruit juice, and graham crackers. I definitely had specific food cravings, but they weren't what I would call exotic or hard to find items.
I remember my husband going to the store for me on occasion, usually in the evening when I felt very strongly that a pint of ice cream was needed for the baby's sake. But unlike this dad writing for CNN, I doubt my husband would have ever referred to himself as "part of a legion called the HPWs: the Husbands of Pregnant Wives." Nor would my husband have called around to every store and restaurant in town on a mission for my temporary -- but not to be denied! -- food request.
Now that I've read his article, I'm wondering how typical this dad's experience really is.