I've always had a problem with cravings. M used to have to go out and buy me chicken strips when we were still in school as he couldn't get any studying done over my whining. Sometimes, I just randomly decide that I cannot go on without a cheeseburger or a pizza or Mexican food. We always thought that my being pregnant would mean constant trips out to satisfy my cravings. We've been surprised so far. Granted, I spent four months hunkered over the porcelain god, but I still haven't really craved anything. Well, I hadn't really. Saturday, before we left for Knoxville, I had an insane desire for chocolate/vanilla swirled frozen yogurt. There is only one fro-yo place in Lexington, and it's on the other side of town, and I didn't want it nearly that bad. Over the last couple of days, I've continued to think about the chocolate/vanilla swirl. I keep trying to think of reasons that I need to be on that side of the world. I simply can't justify driving all the way over there for a small cup of yogurt. The whole situation has gotten me thinking about ice cream, though. It got so crazy that yesterday, after I left Lowe's from buying the paint for S's room, that I looked up, saw a McDonald's, and I had to have a McFlurry. I don't think I've ever had a McFlurry in my life, but at that moment, it was a life-or-death situation. I think that counts as my first major, out-of-control craving.
Then last night after dinner as M and I were putting the dishes into the dishwasher, I wanted cake. M didn't think cake sounded so bad, either, and I found myself looking into the cabinets to see what I could put together. Hallelujah...there was brownie mix. I actually made brownies at 9pm just because I wanted a bite of cake. That's two cravings in one day. I suppose it's all downhill from here??
Oh, Otis says hello...I know it's fuzzy, but what do you expect when he jumps up and licks the camera?