I think it's time I go to bed. I'm supposed to be craving ice cream or pickles or something more exciting than plain raw beansprouts. I'm sure it indicates I have some sort of mineral deficiancy. Or that I'm just incredibly weird. I don't think I'll try playing the pregnancy card on this one by asking DH to make a "bean sprout run" for me at 11:38 pm. What can I say. He's a lucky guy.
Goodnight ladies! Oh wait, all but like 3 of you have been in bed for hours already.