Evolution of Desire

Your love is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that I’ve tried
Oh love is better than chocolate..... Sarah McLachlan "Ice Cream"

So, it's probably not hard to guess that when you're hugely pregnant, your desires range differently from the activity that got you here (knowwhatimean nudge nudge wink wink). Earlier in my pregnancy, I was having some really lustful dreams-- you may recall one about Brad Pitt I mentioned in a post (it was right after seeing Troy-- which is worth watching if only to see him almost naked, and really sculpted....even if it's not a fabulous movie in many other ways.)

So now my desires have, apparently, shifted a bit. This morning I had a very lustful dream-- about chocolate cake. The kind with the thickest, rich chocolate rind-like thing you could imagine. I wanted to say it was a ganache, but it's not really-- ganache is generally sort of thin. It was sort of like a really thick layer of the kind of chocolate you get on a dipped ice cream cone. I was peeling this layer of chocolate from the bottom of the cake in long, thick strips of gooey bliss.

Now I'm totally jonesing for some rich chocolate. It actually even trumps Brad, because I can eat all the chocolate I want and not get into trouble. :) Now I gotta figure out where to go to find such chocolate. That's the trouble with fantasies-- if it's not exactly what you wanted, you end up being disappointed.

But you can be sure that somewhere in my near future today, there will be a little chocolate gluttony. Hey! I can do it! Yesterday, my doctor said my weight gain was absolutely perfect. I am perfect. (That second was my natural interpretation of his words.) Now, though, I probably have cursed many of you to a search for yummy chocolate later today too. We should raise our chocolate snacks in a virtual toast... "To desire"!