The other day I bought a watermelon.
Being a stereotypical pregnant woman, this was very exciting for me. I waited for days for the perfect moment to break into it.
As soon as a craving struck, I split it open. It had given a deceivingly juicy sounding crack, but I was horrified to see before me not the succulent, bright color I had been dreaming of, but rather the pale pink flesh of an underripe watermelon.
I really almost cried. I'm not kidding. Like I said, stereotypical pregnant woman.