Some people have bizarre cravings when they are pregnant, like the cliche pickles and ice cream.... some have REALLY bizarre cravings, like dirt and chalk.

I, on the other hand, have truly the most bizarro craving ever (for me). Beer. I have craved beer like nobody's business since I got pregnant. And the REALLY weird thing is? I've had no more than three SIPS of it my entire life. AND? I've never liked it. Normally, I think it's the most foul and disgusting concoction on the planet. IF, for some strange reason, I am going to have a drink, it's something sweet and girly like a mudslide or a daquiri.

But the beer craving... I see people drinking it and I go nuts. Tom had a Corona the other night at his parents' house and I actually took a sip just to see if it was everything I thought it would be. It WAS. I spent the rest of the night taking it away from him to just sniff it.

What is WRONG with me?!

So last night, my husband, who is highly amused by all of this, stopped at the liquor store and built a six-pack. Four microbrews for himself and two non-alcoholic ones for me. I tried an Amber O'Dooles, but it tasted like Windex. So I'm thinking my craving is only for the real stuff. I know, WEIRD.

And the really funny part is that I'm sure when I actually CAN drink a real beer, I'll have reverted back to thinking beer is gross...

Pregnancy is so strange...