¡Aye aye aye, el bambino necesitas el comida mexicano mucho!

First off, I apologize in advance for any unintentional profane text, or even worse, any unintentional spelling errors. I am attempting to write this blog post from my droid on my 90+ min. train commute home. And if you have ever received a text from me, you probably know my sent messages could occupy an entire page of "F you auto correct".

That being said, I have nothing all that impressive or pressing to report today except that I am craving mexican food. Again. I am starting to think that mexican food is my main diet and everything else is a craving because I eat it so much. I can honestly say that I have barely had a different craving during my entire pregnancy. Sure, I occasionally want to go out for ice cream, ate nothing but eggplant for an entire week, and asked my (amazing and beautiful) aunt to send me home cactus pears from Brooklyn all the way to NJ....but I realize those are items I wanted.

Mexican food, my dear friends, is something I NEED...and I need it NOW.

I thought pregnant woman cravings were for the weak. For the woman who couldn't control herself, or her mind. Not me, I thought.... I am so not that girl. And then it happened, BOOM! My need for the grande burrito and some tamales from my favorite little mexican joint (the real deal people, we are not talking Taco Bell here) hit me and it hit me strong. A pregnant womans craving starts out like a little nagging feeling...and then you begin to think about that feeling a bit more...then you start to salivate a little thinking about it (yup)...then you call your huband and ask him if he needs to go to Lowes or Home Depot for anything tonight because you know your restaurant is only up the street...then when your husband says "nope, don't need anything", you cry. Yeah, true story. I can never seem to say, I have a craving for mexican food, outright. I play this dumb game to try and get out of cooking...and then cry like the hormonal mess I have become when I fail.

Humerous, sure. Embarrasing? Kind of.

In short (or not, since I just wrote forever about this suto-rant), if my sons first words are Aye Papi, or if eats tortilla chips instead of baby biscotti, we'll know why.


So, if you need to find me tonight (or any other night this feeling overcomes me), you'll find me eating a pollo burrito con pico de gallo, avocado, salsa verde y un poquito de jalepeno. And a mexican coca-cola...those things are amazing!