I obviously didn't know what a real craving was before Saturday...

It finally happened.

I had my first real, honest-to-goodness, must-have-it-NOW pregnancy craving.

The situation: After going to the gym and doing some yard work, I decided to get a pedicure yesterday afternoon at 3 PM.

Normally, I DREAM about pedicures, and love it when the process takes a couple of hours to complete. It is one of the few things that I find to be utterly relaxing in life.

They are also a bit of a splurge for me, so I don’t get them but every other month or so. In fact, my last pedicure was back in July – before we even went to Colorado. I was overdue for some pampering, and looking forward to having pretty toes again for all the State Fair opening events this coming week.

Anyway, the first half of the pedicure was everything I had hope for and dreamed of. But the second half? Yeah, TORTURE.

And, no. It had nothing to do with the pedicure itself, the fabulous technician or even the salon. I just happened to be flipping through a magazine and saw an advertisement for Jamba Juice.

Suddenly, and without warning, I wanted a smoothie. Nay, I NEEDED A SMOOTHIE. As in, “RIGHT THIS MINUTE, b*tch get out of my way”.

Unfortunately, the technician was still finishing up painting my toes, so I had to wait a bit.

I started out patient enough, but soon the minutes started to feel like hours. And, you know what? I literally started to panic. Which is silly because when has anyone ever died because they didn’t drink a smoothie? But it felt like a dire situation. And, by the time I finally left the salon, I was near tears. The need was THAT great.

I am pretty sure I sped through the Park Cities in an effort to get to the nearest Jamba Juice on Greenville. It is nothing short of amazing that I didn’t get pulled over. Because, really: Pregnant or not, what kind of excuse is a sudden onset smoothie craving to a Park Cities cop on an otherwise uneventful Saturday afternoon?

Exactly.

The craving immediately went away once I arrived, ordered and took a sip. The smoothie was cold and delicious, but drinking it didn’t give me the near orgasmic experience I had anticipated (considering the smoothie induced panic that led me to hightail it over there in the first place). In fact, consuming said smoothie was more relief than anything else. Almost as if I had narrowly escaped death or some sort of impending doom or disaster.

And, again. All I was doing was drinking a bleeping smoothie.

How many more weeks until December?! I'm not sure how many more cravings I can handle!