We all have at least one crazy pregnancy story and today I was reminded of mine. It was many years ago, back in 1997 on a beautiful summer day. My friends and I used to all hang out at the Hardee’s in town. The happening spot in a small town I suppose and I started wanting a tomato. Well, when a pregnant woman starts craving something (as you well should know) it feels as though there is this pit in your stomach that cannot be filled by anything but that one item. In fact, sometimes everything else all the sudden sounds utterly disgusting but that one thing. So when I started wanting a tomato I didn’t want anything else. I didn’t want a burger with a tomato or a sandwich with a tomato, I just wanted one whole tomato. That’s it. I didn’t think it would be a big problem or an ordeal, Hardee’s cuts up their tomatoes, so I went up to the register and asked for 1 Tomato.
The girl at the register looked at me blankly and said, “You want a tomato on what?” And I said, “Nothing, I just want a tomato.” A creased forehead began to wither the blank staring girl who replied saying, “I’m sorry, we don’t sell just tomatoes. You can go to the grocery store down the street.” Getting agitated, I tried to be polite and reasonable, “Listen, you have tomatoes back there, I’ll pay for the tomato. Just ring it up some fries or something.” Of course she said no, she couldn’t ring it up as fries and that they don’t sell tomatoes. Then something just started to snap, “Listen. I just want a tomato! How hard is it to go back there and get me a tomato! I will PAY for the Tomato, I just want ONE Tomato!” Of course everyone in the line behind me and probably in the entire Fast Food joint were beginning to stare and the girl behind the counter was losing her customer service composure. I wasn’t a “Ma’am” at this point, I was probably roughly the same age so there wasn’t any of that ‘respect for a elder’ to fall back on. Instead she just said, “If you don’t leave, I am going to get the manager!” And of course, being pregnant, a little crazy and really wanting that tomato I said as impolitely as I can recall, “FINE! You tell him I want a darn Tomato!” Darn was probably not the word I used. Then I started to cry, because pregnant women start crying for no reason and I just kept saying, “Why can’t I just have a tomato?” And there were tears. Then there was a manager with his jaw dropped open looking at my young pregnant self and just said, “Go give her a Tomato, give her TWO tomatoes.”
Then I was really happy, with my Two Tomatoes and all was fine with the world. Except I’m pretty sure they all thought I was borderline insane. Pregnancy makes us into some funny people.
Do you have a crazy pregnancy story? I want to hear it! I know I’m not the only one that has done something peculiar!