After a long day of being tired and hungry, I was exhausted and starving. I’m talking “I can’t be bothered with cooking, and if I could safely swallow food while sleeping I’d never leave the house” type hungry and tired. I’m also pregnant.

Target acquired: Mama wants a cinnamon raisin bagel, maybe even 2, I was no longer in control. I spent my entire drive home longing for cinnamon swirls to dance on my tongue with raisin bombs exploding in a bed of carbs. Sweet baby! I could smell the sweet aroma as if it were a Yankee Candle.

I did the pregnant shuffle as fast as my feet could handle, nearly knocking over my husband in a manic fury. I’m sure he understood after being briefed with a text explaining just how hungry and tired I was earlier. On my way to the pantry, I told him I was going to “make love to every bagel we had in the house.” All the color drained from his face and I immediately knew why.

“YOU DIDN’T!” my voice cracked. He did, he ate my bagels. My reaction mirrored that of when I found out that *NSYNC was breaking up. Pitiful, “how could you?!” tears fogged up my glasses. I could hardly look in his direction as he pleaded his case. Through apologies and promises to take me on a VIP tour of the Thomas’ bread factory, I heard “they weren’t marked with your name!” Those words split through the rest in a violent manner. I think I temporarily blacked out. No, they were not marked. We are not college roommates. There is an unspoken law that no food source in a pregnant woman’s home should be exhausted without being immediately replaced. (If there wasn’t before there certainly is now).

I handled this situation the way almost any lady with a baby would…”I’m not even hungry, I’m going to bed.” 30 minutes later a pizza arrived at my door, hot and fresh and without cinnamon or any raisins.

I love my husband, pregnant me just really loves bagels.

What is something you unapologetically craved during pregnancy?

Alison is a lover of boybands, cheese, and a good leather jacket (not always in that order). Born and raised on the Jersey Shore, she left her career as a radio personality to move to Texas with the love of her life, Ed. In three short years, she became an Austinite, wife, and mama to sweet little Simon (2). Alison works as a nanny and a venue manager at dreamy One Eleven East in Hutto. She loves salsa dancing, nail salons that serve champagne, and sneaking snuggles when her toddler will let her. Although she misses her family, the seasons, and the sea back East, Alison is happy to call Austin home with her boys. You can find Alison on Instagram @aliwontshutup

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