So. These pregnancy cravings are whats crazy. Listen to this. I am nausiated all yesterday and today. Today was bad. No food at all until afternoon. Wondering WHY morning sickness was coming back, or did I get a little bug? BLAH.
I stay home from church, which always makes me sad. I am watching Ruby (you know that show? she use to be 700 lbs! My husband hates the show. I love it.) scrolling through Instagram, and one of my friends posted a picture of fried rice. MUST. HAVE. NOW. Mouth watered.
Forget it Adrienne. No fried rice your sick! Stop. Don't even think about it. "Why don't you just ask your husband to get you some on the way home?" you ask. Well. Hm. My husband never has been a, "Sure let me get you whatever you want while you're pregnant" type of husband. He is a "we don't have money for that. Make some." or, "I'll make you a _________".
So no. Not an option. Only option is to sneak out of the house, take my husbands truck, drive it down the street to the Panda Express drive through, and come straight home before hubby and boys get back. I can do it. I have time. Muahahaha.
I am wearing pink snow flake pj pants. A pink sweat shirt. Flip flops. No make up. My husband's seat belt in his truck is broken. Old truck. I am so obsessed with seat belts and car safety. Here I am breaking the law, for fried rice.
I wrap the seatbelt around me so it looks like I am wearing one. I am freaking out that someone is going to rear end me and I'll fly through the wind shield.
I get to Panda. Oh snap. NO DRIVE THROUGH. I do NOT go anywhere in my pjs. ever. Then end. It's such a pet peeve of mine when I see ladies at Walmart in pjs.
"Lord, please don't let their be anyone else ditching church and getting panda right now". I run in. Long line. A worker acknowledges me. "Hi just one thing of fried rice please." "Ok, is that all?" "That's it!" I was in and out in 60 seconds. Score. I was home, enjoying my fried rice in 15 minuets.
I ate like 10 bites and I was full. Bummer.
This pregnancy is making me C.R.A.Z.Y.