I don’t know if ya’ll followed my whole pregnancy craving journey over on Instagram. But, on the off chance that you have a life of your own and you didn’t, let’s just say that there were two things I obsessively wanted during my final trimester. A lemonade slushie from Wetzels Pretzels and a chocolate frosty from Wendys.

It took me a while to figure out that the Wetzels Pretzels lemonade slushie was my jam. I had been craving a specific taste. I wanted the lemonade slushie that they used to sell at my high school cafeteria. But I didn’t know how to recreate something similar and didn’t know of a place that sold any. After much experimenting (e.g. trying to create my own in the kitchen, getting the lemon slush at a boba joint, etc.), Wetzels Pretzels made my dreams come true.

But it wasn’t an easy feat to get to Wetzels Pretzels. It was a 20 minute drive from home and located inside the mall (as most Wetzels Pretzels are). And, back in the pre-Covid days, malls were hustlin’ and bustlin’ all the time. So it took me some time to find parking and, y’know, it was just a process.

Anyway, long story short, I think the universe is mocking me. As a non-pregnant person, who is no longer having these intense cravings, I now live across the street from a Walmart that has a Wetzels Pretzels in it. And, right next to the Walmart, is a Wendy’s drive-thru.

Ironic.

Yesterday, Ankur finished early because he had a “no call” day so, when he got home, I ran across the street to run a few errands. Walmart was overcrowded and I didn’t want to stay in there any longer than I had to, but I wanted to give the Wendy’s frosty a go. So I sat through the drive-thru, eager to finally give into this craving. Post-pregnancy, I know. But I never did get to experience the frosty while pregnant. I had to settle for a homemade, healthier version.

So, with my expectations SUPER high, I drove back home with my frosty in hand and dove right in.

Only to feel all the disappointment.

For starters, they gave me a SPOON to eat my frosty with. I thought it was more a milkshake type thing?! Second, it tasted more like melty soft-serve ice cream. Third, I would much rather have my healthier version (made with soy milk and banana and cocoa powder and chia seeds).

I probably felt disappointed because I’m no longer a pregnant human having all the intense pregnancy cravings.

Which is probably a good thing because I can literally WALK there and back in five minutes. If I ended up liking it, I’d probably have a frosty a day. And nobody needs to be having a frosty a day.

I’ll report back if and when I give the lemonade slushie a trial run as my non-pregnant self. I’m sure you’re all oh-so eager to follow along.