It all started with the dream:
I was in the grocery store looking for something for breakfast but could really decide what I wanted. This is what happened next (only in real life).
2:53 a.m. Woke up frantically in need of a cinnamon roll. Not just any cinnamon roll, a Kneader's cinnamon roll. I get up to go to the bathroom and can't get back to sleep. Man I want a cinnamon roll!
3:33 a.m I think to myself, I'm up, I can just go down stairs and make some cinnamon rolls for in the morning. Then I think eww that would be such a pain. Next I tell myself, "but I'd be just like a real baker" (why would I say that)? - - -then I say to myself, "who am I kidding? I will just wait until morning and swing by Kneaders after I drop Conner off for school."
3:42 a.m. There's a knock at . . . . my stomach (actually more like a kick). It's the baby. She/he is saying, "pleeeease mom, I need a cinnamon roll."
3:48 a.m. Great, I can hear the birds chirping outside my open window. Why would anyone/anything possibly be awake at this hour? I might as well just get up, get ready and go wait by the front door until it's time for Kneader's to open. Maybe not.
3:52 a.m. Ryan is snoring now. I want to yell at him, "SHUT UP and go find me a cinnamon roll before I die!" I don't yell though, I just roll over and try to ignore it. What a great wife.
3:54 a.m. Man, I really want a cinnamon roll. Another knock. She/he tells me "Mother, enough with the cinnamon roll already!" "Sorry!" I say. "You're the one who wanted it in the first place. I am simply just trying to provide for my unborn child."
4:07 a.m. Ryan has stopped snoring and the baby has finally stopped moving around. Now if those stupid birds would just pipe down!
4:09 a.m. Ryan's alarm goes off (louder than life). The baby starts kicking again.
4:14 a.m. Ryan's phone alarm goes off. Maybe I should get up and exercise. Ha, that's funny. I think I will just stay in bed and listen to the birds.
8:06 a.m. Pulled out of the Kneader's drive thru with my cinnamon roll!!!!!!
They say when you're pregnant your body craves what it needs. What could my body possibly need from a cinnamon roll, at three in the morning no less?
Please, someone, anyone tell me I am not the only crazy, up at three in the morning, dying for a cinnamon roll, pregnant woman out there!
PS It wasn't quite everything I'd hoped it would be. I think I was wanting more of a Cinabon type cinnamon roll.
