I’m a cliche, and I’m OK with that.
You know you’re pregnant when you dream about going to Dairy Queen with your husband, ordering a Blizzard to share, realizing the large Blizzard isn’t large enough for you both, and deciding to order another one for yourself.
When you wake up with your stomach growling from the anticipation, which will, sadly, not be satisfied unless you either wake up your husband or drive yourself to the first 24-hour Dairy Queen you can find, you realize that all those jokes about late night pregnancy cravings weren’t bullshit.
May 31st, 2008 at 8:48 pm
When I was pregnant, the only thing I craved was puffed pastry! I kid you not. I would ask Nathan to make me puffed pastry all the time. He always looked at me like I was a crack head.
Girlfriend, eat eat eat. This is the only time in your life where you can eat and not think twice about calories. I miss you! I miss life. I’m hoping that once i’m in the groove of working, things will get back to normal somewhat. Have you seen SATC? If so, don’t tell me.