We were in a restaurant. A really nice restaurant. The kind with cloth napkins and people taking your order instead of the garbled voice of a teenager through a speaker at the drive-thru.
I was so looking forward to a nice thick steak (something I never would have touched before this pregnancy but is now a constant craving).
The waiter turned and asked me what I would like.
I opened my mouth and..........
nothing.
Or more specifically, a mouth so full that I could not speak.
My mouth was suddenly so full of gum that I could no longer close it.
No matter how much gum I pulled out of my mouth, more would quickly take it's place. I was starting to panic but everyone around me just watched as though this were all perfectly normal.
"I'll just bring you a nice plate of chicken parmesan."
NO!! I hate chicken parmesan! I want steak!
But all I managed to do was spit out more gum.
I'm not sure what it all means but at least it wasn't as bad as that ice cream truck dream.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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