Still, I find myself wondering if cravings are real or all in my head. I saw gorgeous cupcakes and suddenly the baby and I NEEDED a cupcake or else. It felt like a real craving—Little jabs from the pit of my stomach, anxiousness, and the feeling I could taste it before I took the first bite.
When my husband brought the plate of cheese he sliced in our little kitchen, I felt cared for and loved. He wanted his wife and baby girl to be happy and if cheese did the trick? Let’s dull our knives. Women everywhere may hate me for saying this, but I think having the perfect food delivered to you by someone you love is an element of the craving. It’s a throwback, caveman idea but I’ll admit to it. I like when my hunter delivers. Primal grunt!
That doesn’t mean you don’t need the chili cheese dog with every fiber of your being. It’s simply more special when it’s delivered with a smile, a kiss for you and a kiss for the baby.
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In the blog post before this one, there was a very practical, albeit humorous, list of pregnancy musings. I have to admit that I have found many a great blog from Sarah's blog! :) Keep 'um coming Sarah!
Thank goodness for grandmas, aunts, sisters and sisters-in-law who all bring over STACKS and STACKS of new clothes, new-to-me maternity clothes, and baby things! This is going to be the best dressed baby on this side of the arch!
Wow, can this baby girl kick! :) I love every time.