Throughout my pregnancy, people have asked me what I have craved and the honest truth is, I haven’t really had many cravings, except for a brief frozen coke stage.
Sure, I have had the occasional treat and second helping and blamed it on the baby, but I have not had any true cravings.
Until tonight. We assembled the exercauser that came for the baby and had spaghetti for dinner and I just couldn’t shake my craving for a Blizzard. I tried to resist. Robert even tried to talk me out of it.
But I pulled the ultimate pregnant woman trump card and made sad puppy dog eyes and talked about how I had yet to send him off for any pregnancy cravings and made him get out in the cold and go fetch me a Blizzard.
I was a nice wife and went with him and I even let him have one too. I know, I am a saint.
And to top it all off, Robert even brought me flowers tonight. Of course, that was before I made him get me a Blizzard. He is the best husband in the world.