Someone Give Me a Cookie - Now!

Oh the cravings. You don't understand, until you have experienced them, the depth and breadth of the pregnancy craving. I foolishly thought they were just a way to get your husband to go buy you a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos at two am without complaint. How wrong, how very wrong I was. I swear it's as though the baby has a takeout menu and a direct line to my stomach stashed away in there. And it better in come in thirty minutes or less or else.