Lots of people have asked if I’ve been having any weird cravings since I got pregnant. I answered that some of my favorite foods have been less appealing-the smell, taste or texture totally turned me off. When I was suffering from morning sickness, I ate really bland stuff. Applesauce and raisin bran were the only things I ate early on. Not because I craved them, but because they didn’t make me sick.
I haven’t any food cravings at all. That is, until today. Wow, it is overwhelming to be so singlemindedly focused. And, I seem to be highly suggestible. Last night, Mitch mentioned liking Peanut M&Ms. Today, I HAD to have them. I didn’t even offer to share with people sitting near me. I practically inhaled the entire bag. I didn’t think of it as a craving though. Just thought, well, Peanut M&Ms. They are pretty awesome.
Tonight, I’m lying in bed watching Knocked Up and someone mentioned chocolate milk somewhere in the movie. I don’t even recall the context, but that set me off. I laid there for an hour thinking about chocolate milk and how that sounded like a such great idea. I couldn’t suppress the urge any longer, so I got out of bed and made what I thought was going to be the most awesome glass of chocolate milk ever. Major disappointment. My Nestle Quik mix didn’t dissolve in the milk very well, and it tasted kind of funny. I checked the date on the box and it said best if used by Aug 2001. Ugh.
It’s late and it’s kind of cold and Mitch is sound asleep. What am I going to do!? If Mitch hadn’t just recently recovered from the flu, I would have woken him up and sent him to SuperFoodAndLiquorWorld to get me chocolate milk. I just didn’t want to get dressed and go outside, but I was starting to panic at the thought of not having chocolate milk.
What to do? What to do?
I tiptoed across the hall and gently knocked on the neighbor’s door. She heard it, and answered. I pleaded with her to give me some chocolatey powder goodness to put in my ice cold milk or I was going to just lay down and die right there on her kitchen floor. She laughed and gave me what she had and even offered strawberry. I thanked her and said no, the chocolate will do. I grabbed the canister and ran home.
Mmm…milky chocolatey perfection.
My neighbor, Shelly, she is a saint.
Now that I’m thinking about the strawberry again, I realize I should have taken that too. Shelly, please forgive me if I’m knocking on your door at 3:00 a.m. looking for strawberry flavored powdery goodness. Maybe I’ll just use your spare key and raid your kitchen in the middle of the night. 
