I’ve got cravings. It’s almost sick what I can eat. I had a double cheeseburger for breakfast. It was almost 6am, so that I thought it was fine. The slightest thing can provoke an almost Pavlovian reaction in my gut. Today I have craved a philly cheese steak, steak, steak salad without the lettuce, buffalo wings, buffalo shrimp, shrimp cocktail, burritos and empanadas. I had top ramen and popcorn and top ramen.
The cravings of pregnant woman vary. I never once wanted pickles and ice cream. I did have my husband take me to IHOP once around 2am. That was nice. Another time, I remember waking up in tears because I was so hungry. I wanted KFC. I begged. I scream. I ranted and raved. My sweetness was not going to break into KFC and make me some chicken. Somehow, our marriage survived that.
While I didn’t expect my husband to actually break into a restaurant to satisfy my needs, I did expect him to be willing to hop into the car and get me something to eat. This is why he sucks. He actually argued with me for 45 minutes when he could have been there and back. But this time…this time is different. Why? We already have a kid. Now, there is no way on God’s green earth, he’s going to wake her up, nor will he actually make me go get my own food. Vengeance is mine
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