One night at work they were serving Cherry Pie. I hate cherry pie. But that cherry pie looked so good it took everything in me not to eat it off a resident's plate.
Then next night they were serving tuna melts. If tuna is cooked I want it served cold with mayo on bread or a cracker. Not hot, and not with cheese. But it smelled so good I wanted it desperately.
Now I'm sitting here trying to decide which craving is stronger, the one for chocolate cake or the one for cream of wheat. I'm so hungry. And I did eat, I swear!
Now I'm sitting here and the baby is rolling somersaults and sticking his or her feet in my hips.
Gotta go feed the beast.!