I'm asked three questions daily by miscellaneous co-workers in the elevator on my ride to the 6th floor. The first two questions I can answer in a fairly satisfactory manner.
Q1: How are you feeling?
A1: Other than a little nausea and an early bed-time for the last 2 months, I've been feeling surprisingly well. Thanks.
Q2: So, are you showing yet?
A2: Just a little (at which point I stretch my shirt across my belly) . . . see. Give me a week or two!
The third question is much more painful because it forces me to confess my complete ineptness!
"So, have you had any weird cravings?" to which I'm shamefully forced to reply, head hung low and tears in my eyes, "No. No cravings at all, actually."
As you can see, it would be a huge relief if I could simply acquire a bizarre craving or two. Would any of you like to suggest your personal favorites? One lady I know craved motor oil. That one is a little beyond me, but if you know of any rare chocolate that couples well with organic peanut butter, or perhaps an exotic fruit topped with pickle juice that might be exciting elevator material, please, pass it along! If none of you come up with any good ideas, I may just be forced to resort to craving pop rocks and Shasta cola.
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I've never had cravings either. One gets tired of the same questions over and over, doesn't one?
I delight in the shock I see on the questioner's face after they recieve my answer to the question, "Is this your first?"
Motor oil?
Personally, I'm a huge fan of guacamole, and while I never had any real cravings, I used each pregnancy as an opportunity to eat a lifetime's fill of chips and guac. (I know, I know, I was a glutton) Poor Steve though, was so kind as to go out at post midnight hours in search of the perfect avocado. Sssshhh. Don't tell him that I was "using" him.
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