You know you are pregnant when...

...at 9:45pm on a Tuesday night, you decide that you have to have an Asian salad from McDonalds (with balsamic vinaigrette not the sesame ginger dressing), so you head out into a blizzard even though your husband said he would get it for you in half an hour (you need it now). It takes you 20 minutes for a trip that usually takes 10 at the most. You finally arrive, order your salad and they don't have any!! You order a bacon ranch & once you have it with the stupid balsamic vinaigrette, not the ranch dressing, tears come to your eyes. You decide that you do really need the Asian salad & head to another McDonalds. After another 15 minutes of driving in really bad weather, you arrive & order 2 salads (I mean, we are in the middle of a blizzard). Success!! They have it & even get the dressings right. So, you head home with 3 salads, thinking it is possible you might actually eat them all tonight. Then, after arriving home, you sit down to eat and wish you had ordered an Orange drink from McDonalds (think very briefly of going to get one, then remember last trip & settle for milk). It was yummy & I only ate one salad.