Nineteen weeks in, and the hunger pangs are stronger than ever.
It’s 4:50AM on a Saturday, and I want to wake my husband up to get me some cream cheese sandwich. I can go down to the kitchen myself, but I want him to do it for me.
So I tried to wake him, but he merely stirred and switched sleeping position, and continued to snore. Would I be so bad if I tried harder to wake him to get me that sandwich?
Hahahaha! I should probably just go down and get it myself.
Good morning! (On this side of the world, anyway)