It was 10:40. I was rushing between offices because I had patients to get to at the second one after finishing a meeting at the first one. But more importantly, I was speeding down I-4 because I knew what time it was. I was pretty sure breakfast at McDonald's ended at 10:30, and I was sure I was going to miss fulfilling my current "craving". I walked into the fancy and well decorated McDonald's Bistro by Orlando Reginal Medical Center, and smiled as nicely as I could while saying "I need a plain biscuit and a hashbrown." "You need?" said the kind guy behind the counter as a girl walked to the back to see what she could find. "Uh huh, I need. I really need." The crew was very amused to learn that more importantly than me, the baby needed a plain biscuit and hashbrown. They were amazingly sweet and provided me with butter and ketchup to go with my second meal of the day (which also amused them) but I don't give them any credit for their orange juice and must remember to pass that up in the future.

I'm not here to advertise McDonald's; although, the employees really deserve kudos for being so kind and amused by my "demands". But, that leads to a whole discussion that Paul has been interested in, likely cause he doesn't understand why certain groceries are coming home with me. When people ask me if I have any unusual cravings, I say sort of. You see, I don't stick to one thing, but what I have stuck to is almost consistently foods that I ate as a child. Foods attached to good memories. Foods that, I suppose in a way, scream comfort to me and to my belly. Here's some examples:

• Snowballs or snowcones, which we had every weekend during my young summers in Louisiana.
• Zack's Frozen Yogurt, which I haven't been able to get, but I actually dreamed about one night two weeks ago and can't let go. It was a chain I got to go to with my grandmother as a kid.
• McDonald's breakfast, often the highlight of summer trips as we would often get started on the road before the sun came up and would stop around 8 to take something to go.
• White Rice with soy sauce. Sadly, that and fries was all I would eat in a Chinese restaurant growing up. Oddly, right now, I'm having a harder time getting down brown rice, which I switched to in recent years for the extra food value.
• French Fries with black pepper and salt, which happened very early in the pregnancy, but lasted only for about a week.
• Things that I started really liking as I got older, like guacamole, are not thrilling me right now at all.

I haven't done much research into why my body is wanting or not wanting these things. Right now, I seem more focused on reading baby stroller reviews and how to survive the Terrible Twos and up. But that doesn't mean I'm oblivious to what's going on. Believe me, I'm noticing. I'm sorry that I'm not craving salads like I was in the beginning. Although, if you put a nice one with a good dressing in front of me, I'll dive in. I just can't bring myself to make one right now. Maybe I'll learn something about this oddness on my next visit to the midwife. Until then, I'll keep eating whatever stays down, and make sure Paul has an ample supply of "normal" food to partake of in the meantime.