The Power of Suggestion

I never realized it before, but apparently commercials are made for pregnant women. Ok, not all commercials. I mean, obviously, we can't take any medicine, or have much fun at theme parks, and maybe we're not in the market for a snazzy new convertible. I am talking specifically about commercials for food. I don't remember this in past pregnancies; maybe because I have had more time to watch television this time around, but pretty much every food I see advertised on TV, I think I have to have it. No, I don't just think so, I am CONVINCED that I need it. And it's not even just limited to commercials. If someone is eating something on any show I'm watching, I have to have that, too.

Right now, for instance, there is someone eating popcorn on a sitcom, and the last commercial break featured an ad for the new Thin Mint Blizzard from Dairy Queen. If microwave popcorn and a Thin Mint ice cream treat doesn't sound like the best dinner ever, I'll be darned. All plans of salisbury steaks and mashed potatoes are out the window. It's all about DQ and Orville Redenbacher now. Oh wait ... change of plans, looks like it might be a pepperoni pizza, Pepsi, and some divine looking chocolate dunking sticks from Pizza Hut. Chocolate dunking sticks are an appetizer not a dessert, right? So, technically, I can still swing by the Dairy Queen for a Thin Mint Blizzard, can't I? Uh oh, hold up, it looks like it might be the $5 roast chicken combo from Arby's now complete with an icy cold Pepsi and some curly fries. Yikes. I can't keep up.

It all started with a day a couple months ago when I was in bed for a few days. I had been laying on the couch dozing, reading, and watching TV, and I was desperate for some Honey Nut Cheerios. I don't know why. I even called a couple friends to see if they had some because I didn't have any at home and I NEEDED Honey Nut Cheerios for some reason. LaVerl finally found a box out in the garage behind some other food storage. Best bowl of cereal I ever ate. I didn't even realize until later that night that there had been like 15 of those Honey Nut Cheerios low cholesterol commercials throughout the day.

It's only gotten worse since then. Even in my sickest moments, there is still something irresistible about the food I see on TV. I don't know what has come over me. I've never been so vulnerable to suggestion. It's a little ridiculous, actually.

Well, I'd better turn off the TV and get back to my dumb salisbury steaks. Don't think I'm not getting that Blizzard later, though, Hey, the baby wants what the baby wants. Who am I to stand in the way?