So tonight I wasn't really hungry for dinner, but I knew I had to eat something. I looked in the fridge and saw the pickles. I thought, hey, that sounds good, and ate about 1/4 of the jar. Then I figured I'd better eat something else, so I opened up the freezer, saw the ice cream, and thought it also sounded good, and ate a bowl.
It's only now, three hours later, that I realized that I've just fulfilled the biggest stereotype about pregnant women: I ate pickles and ice cream for dinner. And it was really good.