Ad Infinitum

Chapter 57

The Truth Game

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Gaaaah! I can't sleep!

I grumbled furiously as I tried to find my comfortability to sleep. I can't sleep with my back rested unto the surface of my bed. The twins are getting bigger and heavier as the days come by. I already did a lot of switching of positions and man, if I'm comfortable, my twins are complaining. If they were comfortable I assumed, I turned out to be wide awake all night. I am not comfortable at all! I have already bought all kinds of maternity related pillows and they are supposed to help me.

"Let mommy sleep, love." I plead, whispering. I am so sleepy and I badly needed a good night's sleep. I tried again to change my position, sleeping unto my left side and placed some pillows under my belly and between my legs. I tucked my knees a little bit towards me and finally, I found my ideal position. The babies are happy and I am very, very comfortable. I was about to go to the dreamland, I find myself craving for some pickles and its juice which is very weird. I hate pickles all my life!

I got up from my bed and looked around my kitchen but to my surprise I bumped into a wall. Ahh! What the hell! Where is my kitchen?! I swear it is located on the left side from my bedroom hallway and I can locate it even when my eyes are closed. I sighed. Oh right, I forgot that I already moved into Thad's condo unit since we got home from Canada. I haven't used to be in his home even to this date. I've been alone most of my life until I got pregnant and got back with Thad. I am used and fine being alone almost all my life but I guess this part of my life will be different knowing that the twins will be here approximately three months from now.

I was grunting when I looked into the refrigerator. I am still craving for pickles! I want a freaking jar of pickles. "Love, why do you need mommy to do this? It's already three in the morning and I do have to work later. Please let mommy sleep now, okay? Don't make mommy crave for pickles." I sighed in frustration. There are no pickles in this refrigerator! Not even pickle juice.

"Saab? Is that you in the kitchen, sweetheart?" I heard Thaddeus' voice as he was coming to the kitchen. He turned on the lights and saw the sight of me bending down, looking inside of the refrigerator. "Looks like someone is craving for something."

I looked at him, pouting. "I'm just looking for midnight snack, Thad. I'm not craving for anything."

"Are you sure? What is it you are craving for?" He yawns. "It's not midnight anymore. It's already past three in the morning."

"I-I'm fine Thad. I told you I don't need anything!" This is not exactly I wanted to happen. I don't want to wake him up because I'm craving for food. He hadn't got any good sleep since we got home. My cravings are getting stronger and weirder. Two weeks ago, I wanted that gravy from KFC and drink it all at once in the middle of the night. Sometimes I craved for the sourest green mango and just eat it the way it is. Thad would always find me what I wanted even it is already in the middle of the night. I feel so sorry everytime my cravings rises because when he had the food already, I threw it away. I don't like the food anymore. I remembered last week I wanted to eat durian and it wasn't easy to find one. I know it's not its harvest season and there are almost none to find. I was crying while waiting for him to find one because I can't stop myself from wanting one. This is why I don't want him to wake up because it's not easy for him to find my food cravings.

Now I still want my pickes and pickle juice. Like pronto! "No you are not fine. Come over and please sit down." He helped me sit on the dining chair and he asked me once again. "What do you want to eat, sweetheart?"

I shook my head a few times. Ohhh, my cravings! "I want pickles and pickle juice." I gulped. Oh I do want them right now.

"You don't like pickles, right?" He was confused but smiling. "But pickles it is. I'll buy you one."