Its true.

It's true. 

I do crave milkshakes.

To be more specific, I crave vanilla milkshakes.  Straight up, no frills, vanilla.  Which is only significant because I have not always craved milkshakes.  They started to occupy a space towards the front of my thoughts when I was pregnant with my son.  It was my food of choice immediately after he was born.  Mixed in with a bazillion other thoughts while I was in labor, was the thought of a cold, smooth, creamy vanilla milkshake.  And so, shortly after my little guy entered the world and while I was holding him in my arms, both of us probably looking more than a little amazed and bewildered, my husband and my dad went out to find a vanilla milkshake for me.  They came back with the most heavenly milkshake ever created.  From McDonald's.  I promise, it was pure bliss.

My love of milkshakes is also only significant in that I can no longer indulge my desire.  For the sake of my little guy I'm going "dairy-free".  No milk, no cheese, no creamer in my coffee, and sadly, no milkshakes.  The truth is, I would eat crickets if I thought it would help him feel better.  But we're starting with dairy-free and seeing how that goes...