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...