Needs Vs. Wants

I had my first legitimate pregnancy craving over the weekend.

I wanted...no, scratch that. I needed Nesquick chocolate milk syrup.

I haven't had it in years. I haven't thought about purchasing the stuff in years, either. I have zero idea where the notion came from, but I was in the frame of mind that if someone didn't bring me Nesquick chocolate milk syrup, I was probably going to go postal on someone (re: Jordan).

Well, my knight in shining armor of a husband did not offer to get me some, so I took to Facebook to try and coerce my mother or father into doing so.

Neither of them acknowledged my plea for help. How rude. That's 10 less minutes of baby time for them.

Oh, if you're wondering what I mean by that...I have decided that I will award time with my baby to people based on good deeds. At the rate my mother is going, she is already in the negatives at -25 minutes of baby time. My father is sitting at around 5 minutes. My sister has worked her way up to about 10 minutes. I'll have to check my records.

Anyways, Mom and Dad did not want to help me when I was in dire straights.

Y'know who did though? My sister-in-law. She drove from Summerside after work with a litre of Nesquick. I could have kissed her. I also thought seriously about naming my baby after her.

Since bringing me the Nesquick, I have managed to drink another four litres of milk in two days. At this rate, we won't be able to pay our mortgage based on how much we spend on milk. I should invest in a cow.

Also, I have noticed that the increase in sugar in my diet via the milk and chocolate syrup have increased the size of my ass monumentally. At this rate, I will have to enter rooms sideways, and only if the door frame is extra wide.