Crazy Pregnant Woman

I’ve always been insane about my cravings.  Once I’ve driven 2 hours (in the middle of my shift) to find an open Pancake House (by the way my boss knows I left work, he even put in an order)…Now, I’m still as crazy but I have pregnancy hormones to blame for this.

Last Saturday I was craving for Dulce de Leche cheesecake from HotRocks. Ruy offered to leave the house at 9pm drive all the way to Eastwood and bring me back the cake. I refused, I may be a bitch but I’m no ogre. Plus I don’t want to be that cliche, you know that pregnant woman who makes irrational demands in the middle of the night (Honey, I want the liempo of a one eyed pig…NOW!). Nope, that’s just not me.

Sunday came, and Monday, and Tuesday and Wednesday. As each day passed my craving got more and more intense. Alas! Today, Thursday, I was able to find the time to pass by Hot Rocks and buy myself a slice of their cheesecake. I went in and ordered a slice. The lady said “Ma’m wala pa po yung tiga slice nung cake. Di po namin alam kung gaano kalaki ang slice”

Hmmm….I wanted to bitch slap that woman…but I didn’t. I said “If I buy the whole cake would I be allowed to slice it myself?” …I was allowed, so I bought, and I sliced.

Now I’m in the office with a whole cake sliced and kept in 6 containers. It’s crazy I know. I probably won’t be able to finish one slice.