buckytom said:
...out came my boy, i snipped the cord, and off he went under the french fry warmer...
ROFL BT! Both of my sons and my daughter had to be under the "french fry warmer" for awhile.
When PeppA was preggo with the oldest, she wanted triple pepperoni double cheese pizza from Domino's.
#2, she wanted Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers from Wendy's.
#3 & 4 (twins), she wanted strawberries, but since she was gestational diabetic, all the sugar in the strawberry sauce would make her sick.
#5 She can't remember what she craved for our daughter.
Funny stories: When PeppA was expecting our twin sons, she told me that eth smell of coffee w/ honey (my morning poison) made her really nauseous. With our daughter, (#5), she told me that she couldn't tolerate the smell of tuna. I brought home a tuna steak, and blackened it to medium. I tried to stay away, and upwind, of her. She still smelled it, looked at me, and started whining like a little dog. To her, it smelled good, and she wanted a bite. She ended up eating half of it! Also, I made a sauce that I wanted to save, so I was going to freeze some of it. Now, this sauce (the "Mutha" sauce of the Dinosaur BBQ in Syracuse, NY), is rather sour, kind of chunky, not really thick, but not really thin. In the process of trying to pour the remaining sauce into a ziplock bag, the bag fell, and some of the sauce hit the flour. It hit with a splatter, and with the warm, sour smell coupled with the sight of a chunky liquid splattered everywhere, just looked like something else. I looked at PeppA, and said, "Who puked?" That was intended as a joke, but PeppA looked at me, turned green, held up her hand, then ran for the porcelain alter.