MUST NOM IT NOW.

Thus far, I have had a textbook pregnancy.  If I have been experiencing a symptom, chances are, I can also find it in one of my books.  So, it is with no surprise that I find that I have developed the dreaded cravings.

To clarify, I'm not feeling compelled to nom fistfuls of dirt.  Nor am I desperate to shovel in any non-food articles such as paste, hair. . or anything of the like.  Ew.  Hair??

Instead, I have had the most intense cravings in my life for random foods.

For example, even though I have been off the meat-eaters' wagon for a while, I still get a hankering for a gyro once a week.  The word craving really doesn't do the monster justice.

When I say craving, I am referring to a moment of utter desperation for a food.  I smell the roasted lamb and beef.  I can taste the tangy tzatziki.  I can feel the perfect bite through pillowy pita and succulent slices of goodness. . . all the way to crisp onions and lettuce. 

OH SWEET, GREEK GOODNESS!!  GET IN MY BELLY!!

Right.  Okay. . cravings.

This overwhelming, taste bud tantalizing, tacitly torturous craving will not subside until I have indulged in the real thing.  Who ever know that cravings were so strong?

My advice on cravings?  Give in.  Just do it.  I do.  Just because I am having ridiculously strong impulses to eat something doesn't mean that it ups the quantity. 

Mmmmm.  Do it.