Dear Mr. Inventory Manager @ the grocery store,

I am sorry for constantly bugging you these last few weeks about what you don't have. I know there are more important things than my pregnant cravings. If you could just get the caramel apple dip back in stock, I promise to stop bothering you about the other things.

Sincerely,
Me (I think we both know who I am. Particularly judging by the look of horror on your face as you see me approach.)