With my first pregnancy (our now 4 year-old son), I craved one thing, and one thing only: Chinese food. Not the classy, upscale, good stuff (not sure where that exists, but I'm sure it does somewhere). I wanted the trashy am-I-eating-cat-or-what-the-heck-is-this Chinese food from the random food court in a shady strip mall. Orange chicken. Fried Rice. All of it. I wanted it. I craved it all the time.
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