“Marshmallows, spicy pickles, cheese sticks, and sour gummy worms,” I read off the paper list in my hand, glancing at you. “That all? Or is the little one craving anything else?” I ask with a faint smile, gesturing to the baby bump your hands are resting absentmindedly on.

You’re just about 6 months pregnant, and your pregnancy cravings so far have been pretty tame. Until now.

It’s nearing 11 o’clock at night and when I was just about ready to climb into bed, wanting nothing more after a long day than to snuggle my pregnant wife, you broke the news that you were craving. Seriously craving.

But I love you, I really do. So I’m in our kitchen, with you hoisted up on the counter across from me, writing out a list of things you want me to pick up at the 24 hour store nearby.

They didn’t mention this in the prenatal classes.