cravings.

So today after moving some of my summer school stuff to IDDS in order to be ready for the start of the second session of summer school, I developed a craving for a Milo's sub. Unfortunately, 1st trimester means for me that I am exhausted constantly, so my window for activity was limited and I knew that I could not make it to Eden Prairie, or to my computer to locate a closer Milios before my immanent nap. Desperate for sub, I snuck through the sky way level attached to the school, and ran up to the Erberts and Gerberts near the school. All the while my car was illegally parked, but I was so single minded, that I didn't care. Sub in hand I headed home. I consumed my Tullius sub (Double the amount of medium rare roast beef, graced with a taste of onion and topped with provolone cheese, tomato, lettuce, and mayo) with glee.

But it wasn't enough. At approximately 2:00 I called my husband and requested that he pick up Milios for supper. He brought home my number 10 with onion (Quarter pound of thinly sliced roast beef & Provolone cheese with fresh lettuce, red ripe tomatoes, and Hellman's’s mayo.) and I devoured it along with a much coveted pickle. However it wasn't until much later when my husband revealed that I had had my first pregnancy craving. Only 6 or 7 weeks along, I protested, the craziness is for much later. But very clearly, my husband pointed out that in the tenure of our relationship, I have never, ever, called and requested food. I pondered this for a moment, and the requested food, and had to agree- it was a pregnancy craving. shit.

(As a side, I am absolutely nuts about trying to figure out if I am still pregnant, every ache and twinge marked and evaluated. August 4th cannot come soon enough- I'm hoping to hear the heartbeat and then maybe not worry so much.)

(As a super side, I cannot handle not being able to not haul or lift anything!!!!!)