More like a mini-crisis waiting to happen.
I think I've been on the phone with Will more than off of it these days, and most the time, the conversation goes as follows:
J: Hi honey, how is work so far?
W: ...
W: What do you need me to pick up today?
But honestly. When I gotta have it, I gotta have it. There were the cherry popsicles. And the General Tsos chicken. And the pickles. And the mid-day super market run for Cinnamon Toast Crunch (which lasted all of about two days).
It would be way too easy if I craved something actually healthy for me. But then again, that would be completely out of character; not that "out of character" is all that out of character for pregnant ladies, so I've heard.
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