Cravings

(What follows is what I'm assuming is my first encounter with a pregnancy craving.)

So I'm blearily blinking my way into the land of the waking one morning when I'm greeted by H's face inches from mine.

Me: Er... Morning?
H: You want to get breakfast?
Me: How long have you been staring at me and willing me awake?

What next?

H: Not sure. We don't have hash browns.
Me: What time is it?
H: Seven thirty AM. We don't have potatoes either.
Me: 7:30 AM on a Saturday?
H: Yeah. I really want hash browns. You ready to go?
Me: Wait... Wha?
H: And eggs. Hash browns and eggs.
Me: I worked swing shift last night!
H: (pouts)
Me: Look, let me sleep in a bit more.
H: (pouts)
Me: (blinking awake a 15 minutes later, once again with H's face inches from mine) *sigh* Hash browns?
H: And eggs. That place down the street. Ready?
Me: Is this going to be a regular thing?
H: Questions will be answered only after hash browns.

I never got this question answered. That can't be a good sign...