Everything they say about pregnant women having weird cravings is absolutely TRUE.
2 weeks ago I would have called Bullsh*t on that - what, me, have some sort of craving for olives and american cheese spread with grape jelly? You must be joking.
Well, as I've come to find out about everything else with pregnancy, THE EXPERTS KNOW MORE THAN I DO! (to you, this may be obvious, but to a know-it-all like me, it's a major, huge revelation...)
So, cravings.
A few days ago, David and I were driving to the Super Target (they do not have these in Cleveland, and I am truly sorry for you, because, to me, going to Super Target rivals Cedar Point and Disney World combined.)
As we were driving, I looked to my left and there it was:
A GREEK RESTAURANT (aptly named "Mr. Gyros"...classy).
The feeling of need for a "Mr. Gyros" Gyro that I experienced was similar to a drowning person's need for oxygen. If I did not get my "Mr. Gyros" Gyro, I was either going to:
A.) Die
B.) Punch out the window of the car and jump out into the street like a rabid dog.
C.) Scream at David until he pulled over to get me a "Mr. Gyros" Gyro.
I chose the last option (However, if the car window had been open, I may have just ran for it.)
I looked at David with crazy eyes, and said, "David. Stop the Car." I think he thought I was in labor.
He pulled over, and I told him, wiping the saliva off my chin at various intervals, about the greek restaurant that we had passed.
He thought I was joking. Sadly for him, I was not.
5 minutes later, after my freak-out-shouting-tirade had finished, we pulled into the Mr. Gyros parking lot.
That gyro was damn good.
A similar thing happened later in the week with Perrier (you know, the fancy-schmancy bottled sparkling water imported from France?) Luckily for David I was by myself with nobody to scream at, so I just ran into the nearby coffee shop to quench my craving for classy water.
Lately I've been wondering...how would the two taste together? Would I be going too far...?
So, when somebody asks me if I've had any "crazy pregnancy cravings," I tell them, in a very serious voice, "Gyros and Perrier." The looks I get are pretty hilarious.
