Pregnancy and the Quest for the Oreo Cakester
Ok, so it’s true. Pregnant woman are crazy. I’ve decided to just embrace it and move on. I mean, you’d be crazy too if you were getting three hours of sleep a night because your darling, unborn daughter was trying to chew her way into the world through your lower back. Today, for instance, I was sitting in my home office, typing away, when I decided that I was hungry. I mean really hungry. Two seconds later, I decided that if I didn’t get an Oreo Cakester in all it’s chocolate glory right that instant, something very bad was going to go down. I wedged my feet into my shoes (yes, even my feet got fat!) and made my way to the closest grocery store. I even managed to only run one red light in the process! I lumbered my way to the snack isle. No Oreo Cakesters! What the…!?!?! Picture me, eight months pregnant, standing in the middle of the grocery store, on the cell phone with my husband, hysterically crying because there was not a cream filled chocolate snack cake to be found. Fortunately, my husband managed to talk me out of taking the stock boy hostage. The wonderful man even promised not to come home from work until he found me some Oreo Cakesters. I knew that there was a reason that I married him
