I'm going to try not to complain about the whole Army situation going on with our life this week on the blog. Remember the key word is try. And don't worry, I'll update when I have news.
So last night I reached the point of no return. You could call it a new low in my pregnancy. After the kids naptime and before dinner, I started having a HUGE craving for dessert. I wanted pie, cake, or pastries. Ice cream simply wouldn't do. I was starving. With dinner in the oven I went to the one place I should go when craving sweets. I logged onto Pinterest and browsed all the deliciousness. However with each recipe I saw, I realized I didn't have all the ingredients I needed on hand. I was whining to Pat and showing him all the pictures. My cravings were getting so bad that I felt like I belonged in the movie Breaking Dawn, and at that point I almost wanted to chew on Pat's leg.
The craving lasted so long that after dinner I headed out to Walmart to the bakery. Anyone that knows me must now realize how strong this craving was. I usually do not like going out to the grocery store unless I am doing weekly shopping, and I really do not tend to go out in the evenings. On the drive there I thought the craving might be subsiding, but I couldn't risk it and come home empty handed in case it reared it's ugly head again. So I bought myself a cherry pie and some danish for breakfast and headed home.
3 slices of pie while watching the oscars. I'm sure my husband is wondering just how big I'm going to get during this pregnancy. I'd like to blame the fact that I ate very little dinner on Saturday night because I wasn't feeling well for the uncontrollable appetite on Sunday. I've got to blame something! That was ridiculous. I hope I don't find myself that hungry again for a long time.