My pregnancy took place in the USSR. No such fantasies arose - the cabbage splashed into the banks, the straw crumbled, the smell of peelings liked it. Then oranges were available for 2 months a year, and we didn’t know about kiwi. I’m not saying it’s good, I’m not nostalgic. But do you not think that the desires of current pregnant women are due to the abundance of products and the 24-hour shops?