I'm not sure when the cravings are supposed to hit. Mark's friend Andrew recounts stories of his wife's astonishing late-night cravings. Mark only has one to reciprocate with. I went through a week-long BLT phase, which eventually we had to quash due to a worry about too many nitrites (I was certainly getting my fair share). But I was more famished, FAR more famished, in my first trimester when, if I failed to eat at 45 minute intervals, my stomach threatened to attempt to absorb my other abdominal organs. Now, I feel like normal ... I have a healthy love of desserts and can out eat my husband on any given day of the week.
Mark's friends are offering him advice. Tim, a retired friend who comes back occasionally to supply teach said, "I only have one piece of advice, Mark."
"What is it?" Mark asked.
"Don't EVER piss off a pregnant lady."
Wise, wise man.