Must Have Chicken Sandwich

So I had my first craving today. We were driving along, heading to a movie. I'd been feeling nauseous and cranky and more nauseous.

Then, all of a sudden, the puke clouds parted and a voice from heaven spoke.

Eat A Wendy's Chicken Sandwich (it said). Fried, not grilled. Eat It Right Now.

And who am I to argue with the voice of the pregnancy gods? So we made a quick detour to a mercifully-near-by Wendy's. Dang that sandwich tasted good. As did the Oreo Frosty. Those are new. And delicious.