Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Needs...



I was strewn prostrate across the floor (interesting mind picture, no?).




I sighed...




"I need a chimichanga..."




*sniff*




Jeremy's brain zoomed back from space and slammed into his skull.




"I'll get you one tomorrow, okay?"




"You don't love me..."




It was Jeremy's turn to sigh, and he stood up and tried to peel me up off the carpet. It didn't work. What can I say? Gravity pulls harder on pregnant women.




"Oh, come on!" He said, pulling on my arms, my head flopping behind me with his efforts. "Give me a kiss and I'll go!"




"Yay!" I exclaimed, jumping up. I quickly pecked him on the lips, and my knight in shining armor rode away on his blue steed (the Sat of the Mublasat..he sat on the Sat...ha ha ha!).




Jeremy is a good man...



4 comments:

Rebecca said...

When I was pregnant I would wake Victor in the middle of the night to go get donuts; watermelon and whatever else I desperately needed... :)

He was a good sport

Trillium said...

We were too poor to cater to my pregnant whims.... LOL

I just wish that I could have craved apples and celery... instead of homemade butterscotch brownies... mmmmmmmmmm....

Katscratchme said...

I was constantly craving sugar with Audrey... with Henry it was vegetables! ALL THE TIME... we must have spent a fortune at Souper Salad.

Rasman Toes said...

You don't know me, but I follow your blog. More now esp since I'm preggo too :)
I'm pretty sure we've met at some point (I'm Ben's cousin). I love your blog it makes me smile :D
My husband made the mistake of telling his friends that my pregnancy has been "easy" so for. Wait WHA??? So I made him go get me chinese. It made me feel better.

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