(Stereo)Typical

photo by Zombizi

In what may be my first stereotypical pregnancy craving, I woke up this morning with Chinese food on the brain. Which is funny, because I haven't eaten it in at least a year and it's never been something that drove me wild. I do remember my mom saying she ate a ton of Chinese food when she was pregnant with me, so maybe it's something that was hardwired, waiting for the right time to express itself. Of course, 7am is the exact wrong time to have any hopes of getting your hands on any, so I settled for our regular breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast.

Also, yesterday morning Matt stomped on a cave cricket and squished it, and I gagged so hard I think the neighbors could hear it.