Cravings
I haven’t had any real cravings with the pregnancy yet. I’m not immune to them, though. Connor, however, must be having some.
Today, he woke up from his nap and came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He looked at me while I was ironing and said, “Mommy, are you pregnant?”
I thought maybe he’d had weird dreams and wasn’t sure what was real any more. “Yes,” I said.
“Pregnant for chocolate?” he asked.
Hmm… “Um, pregnant means I have a baby in my belly.”
“OK,” he said. “But I’m pregnant for chocolate.”
For the record, chocolate is not one of my major weaknesses in life and it has never been something I’ve craved during pregnancy. Apparently, Connor is different.