Hello, 911?...

I recently heard of a woman in Florida, I think it was, who called 911 because she did not get her chicken nuggets at McDonald's.
As the sun rises and sets, I am certain that woman was pregnant.

Nothing smelled or tasted good to her, but those vile little chicken flavored molds from McDonald's.

I know. There has now been more than one occasion that the only thing I can possibly imagine ingesting is McDonald's strange little fish patty covered in tarter sauce and ketchup, with the very odd half slice of cheese. I sometimes wonder who had that idea? I know...let's cut the cheese in half, and make up for the calories with a 1/4 cup of tartar sauce. Still, when that is what I feel I need to sustain the next 3 hours, I have to have that sandwich and 15 packets of ketchup to dunk it in(which, pre-preg, I have always hated).

It was my first real craving, except for one day very early when I wanted something sweet...nothing was in the house to be had but a can of cake frosting, so I did what I had to do. I opened the sucker up and ate it with my finger until that sugar urge was gone. Still, I think the Filet-O-Fish with ketchup sounds a little more nasty and pregnant-like. And it is the one that keeps coming back around.

My friend Tiffany, who has a few kids of her own, has told me that she was a Whopper eater while she was pregnant. Burger King stock went up those months. I promise if they were out of Whopper patties one day, it would have brought her to tears.

If McDonald's is closed the next time I need that fish sandwich, I will be beside myself.

McNugget lady? Pregnant.