The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the nursery as I sat on the floor, playing with Amalia. Her tiny fingers reached out, attempting to grasp at the colorful toys I dangled before her. Her laughter filled the room, a melody that brought a smile to my lips.

As I watched her explore her surroundings with wide blue eyes, a sudden craving hit me like a wave. McDonald’s fries and ice cream seemed to materialize in my mind, their salty and sweet allure impossible to ignore. It was one of those pregnancy cravings that felt like an urgent need rather than a simple desire.

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