but my tastebuds made me do it

For about a week and half my body wanted to eat nothing but cherry pie. On any normal, non-puffy day, I would probably gag at the thought of cherry pie (i'm much more a peach cobbler girl).

I believe this whim for cherry pie had something to do with my monthly magazine subscription "Cooking Light" whose cover for July featured a delectable, mouth-watering lattice pie straight from the angels in heaven. I keep this magazine in the bathroom (too much information, i'm sure) and every time I had to pee (which is about an infinity number of times a day) I would see that damn pie and I couldn't stop the salivary glands from working over time.

It even got so far that one time after my midnight potty run, I climbed back in to bed after glancing at the gooey cherry filling and promptly dreamed that I was baked into a large cherry pie and had to eat my way out. it was probably the best dream I have ever had. Even better than the dream that Christina Aguilera took me baby clothes shopping at the local TJ Max.

It an attempt to NOT eat everything that crosses my mind, I held out buying a cherry pie a whole week and half before finally indulging last Saturday when we hosted a BBQ. I had called my friends ahead of time to make sure that they would each take some of the pie home so that I didn't have enough leftovers to sneak in the middle of the night. And can I tell you, it was worth every bit of that $12 dollars I forked over for it? And since then, that magazine has done nothing for me. I have been satiated...for the time being, right?

Yesterday, while at the office this wave of "MEATLOAF" came over me. I know, right? And today it was "STEAK!" Not just a juicy, perfectly medium-rare piece of beef, but "LEFTOVER BURNED TO A HOCKEY PUCK, ICY COLD STEAK!" And lucky for me, the Hot Pocket had made steak a couple of nights prior and i was able to squelch my thirst of steak. I sat in my office, closed the door and proceeded to eat the steak with my bare hands. I'm not sure what possessed me. i usually have such good table manners! My grandma would have fallen off her chair if she saw me behaving in such a fashion.

I swear pregnancy has turned me in to this weird food monster. Of course you hear about cravings but no one ever tells you that the cravings are sometimes so bad that if you don't get that piece of cherry pie with cheddar cheese sprinkled over the top, your face just might melt off and you will rip your hair out in large fists. I figure, it's time to let the secret out.

and I know that i've said this before, but I'll say it again (and again and again) pregnancy is so strange.