I believe I have entered my first pregnancy-related food crisis.
I think I live in the only house on planet earth that has NO Peanut Butter.
Yes, I said "no" and "peanut butter" in the same sentence.
There is no peanut butter in any mild form whatsoever, in any semblance of existence in this household.
Have you caught my drift yet?
I want a peanut butter fluff sandwich, and I want it now, Darnit.
And no, this crazy lady is not going to the store. Any other evening, I would happily run to the store or at least send Jeff. However this evening is special, because I am lazy and Jeff is working overtime.
I'm settling for strawberry rhubarb and butter on toast and some Smart Start cereal for dinner instead. Yeah, I know, how unhealthy. But I almost dipped a Reese's Peanut Butter cup in some marshmallow fluff, but stopped myself. So don't press your luck.