When I was pregnant with Solomon,
I had cravings of a variety of types.
The "I eat them all day 10 times a day" type:
The "My craving is too big for my stomach" type:
The "I make my husband buy me some on a whim" type:
The "I make my husband buy me some on a whim but change my mind when it arrives" type:
When I was pregnant with Dominic,
I didn't have cravings. Instead, Dominic operated my brain like a crazed binging maniac screaming, "Chocolate! More Chocolate! Cola! More Chocolate!" all day every day for 9 months. I didn't really even like brownies that much before Dominic entered the womb.
|You see, it was out of my hands, so I surrendered.|
When I was pregnant with Wilson,
I needed one thing only to sustain me.
Just keeping it real.