Worth the Weight

Clever title, huh? About half-way through my pregnancy, every time, I realize that I have definitely formed a craving for a certain food. With Ava, it was french fries... specifically McDonald's brand. With Nate, I craved gummy bears. I would buy a two pound bag at Walmart and be finished with it in two days. Strike one and two for healthy foods. Why can't I be one of those gals that craves oranges, or milk? So maybe this time around things could be different, I thought. Nope. Turns out my craving is cheetos. I already feel a little guilty about it, but it doesn't help that Cody will turn to me as I tear open yet another bag of cheetos and say, "Do you really think that's what our baby needs?" I don't think a man should say that to his pregnant wife, unless he wants to be hit very hard.