…or maybe I’m just crazy.
It’s probably the latter.
I keep having random tastes all night. Like earlier I was like, “Dude, I want potato chips.” Then maybe five minutes later it was all about apples and peanut butter.
In the past like ten minutes it went from something I can’t quite place, possibly barbecue potato chips, to the strawberry bars we had at Morton Arboretum, to chocolate cake.
I suppose I couldn’t really be pregnant; I mean, these cravings are for separate things, not all these things all mashed up together.
In other news of crazy things, John has been acting up. I think he knows. How weird is that?
Congrats! From the sound of it you’re probably going to have a giant food baby. How are things? Going crazy with the packing yet?
Options:
A. You’re pregnant and John’s the father.
B. Your body knows you will be leaving America and its wonderful foods for London and is trying to fit in all your potential cravings to be satiated before you leave.
C. You have the incurable crazy.
Survey says:
Option C: You have the incurable crazy.
I am pregnant and I haven’t been craving things all mashed together…only separately…so I’m going to go with option A.