For the past 8 weeks or so, I haven't wanted to eat eggs. Well, actually I haven't even wanted to smell eggs, which meant Gabe had to go without, too. Poor man. But this morning, just like that, I wanted an egg. And when I say "want" what I mean is something like "I absolutely MUST have a fried egg RIGHT NOW or the world will come to an end!"
It sure tasted good. :)
Pregnancy is so weird.