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.
3 comments:
Hahahaha!! That is SO funny! I want a cinnamon roll now! Kneaders here I come!
It seems like every time I crave something, I go get it, and when it's sitting in my hand it doesn't sound so good anymore. It's really weird. I'm just craving food in general.
That was seriously hilarious! I love it. I have random cravings at random times. I have to say that I've never had a "middle-of-the-night" craving, but I will see an ad on a billboard or on TV or someone's blog & it will stick in my mind (and stomach) until I get it. I do LOVE cinnimon rolls, though. Especially cinnibon - they're sinful, but totally worth it.
Haha! You are so funny! Angie just told me today what you are having! How exciting!! We need to get together for lunch one of these days. :)
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