So I was reading Rapunzel with the kids, and it occurred to me that whoever wrote the story originally either knew what it's like to be pregnant or conferred with someone who did. I related so much to this part of the story:

She noticed that in the very center (of the garden) there was a patch of rapunzel, which some people use in salads. After that, no matter where she looked, her eyes came back to the rapunzel. She desperately wanted to taste it for herself. 

The yearning grew, and before long all she could think about was the wonderful salad that the rapunzel would make. She spent more and more of her time staring out of the tiny window. She stopped eating because nothing could taste as good to her as a salad made from the rapunzel in the witch's garden. Soon she grew thing and weak, and she could barely climb onto the stool to look out of the window..."

Unfortunately, my yearnings are not for rapunzel or any salad greens. I've been wanting chicken, potatoes, white bread, and cheese. If I don't have to smell it first (meaning if I don't prepare it), I can tolerate other foods. But once I find something I would like to eat and doesn't make me queasy at the thought of it, I get very focused on getting that food. So I can see this woman's dilemma when she wanted the rapunzel from the witch's garden.

Last night I had a dream that I wanted french toast made with white bread. In the dream, Chris was trying to encourage me that whole grain bread would be healthier for me. And then I cried and screamed like a toddler having a tantrum.

When I woke up, I made french toast with white bread.