I think I am a pregnant woman. No, I think I appreciate what it is like to be a pregnant woman. Sort of.
So I finished another round of chemo last week. For two and a couple days afterwards I was still feeling kind of queasy and not very hungry. But then Kim’s breath.
We were sitting upstairs in the baby’s room and she came over and gave me a quick kiss. I smelled Welch’s grape soda. She was drinking gatorade but I smell Welch’s grape soda and at that moment I had to have Welch’s grape soda. I mean I had to have Welch’s grape soda.
If, at that moment, I could have had the most marvelous sex of my entire life or Welch’s grape soda I would have chosen the soda. If I had been offered buckets of money or Welch’s grape soda I would have chosen the soda.
Keep in mind here that I do not drink soda. Ever. I think the last soda I had was three or four years ago. Eww, I hate the stuff.
But at that moment… yes, Welch’s… grape… soda.
My beloved got me some of soda and I drank it and I drank it and I drank it and it was sooooooo good. I mean smoke-a-cigarette-after-it kind of good.
And then hunger. Massive hunger. Very Hungry Caterpillar kind of hunger. After eating? More Welch’s grape soda.
I write all of this because I realize what a true craving is like.
Guys talk all the time about how they “have to have” a (burger, steak, beer, etc.). But guys, you have no clue what a real craving is like. Pregnant women know real cravings. And now I do too. Do I look fat?