Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Doing a Happy Dance

Steve is home! Wahoo!

And the smart man that he is, he brought me chocolates....from Paris! (OK, from the airport in Paris, but they're still from Paris, and in a fancy little tin no less.)

I posted on Facebook this week about my chocolate issues....my status read:

My name is Jenn and I have a problem. My problem is that I have resorted to eating semi-sweet bakers chocolate, because it's the only chocolate I can find in the house. My bigger problem is that I just ate the last piece.

One of my (very smart) friends asked why the heck I wasn't sending my husband out to get some for me, as is a pregnant woman's prerogative. I explained that it would be tough, as he was in Russia. However, chocolates from Paris? That redeems him.

Out of curiosity, how many Mamas out there actually sent their men out into the night to fetch something to curb a craving during their pregnancies? It seems like more of an urban myth that actual truth. But if it's indeed truth, and a popular thing to do, I might just take advantage of it for the next 12 weeks!

12 weeks....holy shit!


Kristen Fry said...

Since the early days of our love I have sent Greg out for chips and onion dip. I ramped it up though for the pregnancy, both in quantity of trips to store and specificity of instructions.

jayna said...

Smart man :-) And chocolates from Paris airports are nothing to scoff at. Yay for having him home!

Anonymous said...

Yep, I sent my partner out for grapefruit juice numerous times when I was in my third trimester and she happily obliged. Smart woman!

Lara said...

My first trimester with the twins I could not get enough breakfast potatoes from fast food joints - it was insane! ;) Eric def was sent out to fetch me some :)

Dana said...

Soft ice cream at 7:50pm... 10 minutes before the ice cream shop closed. Does that count for sending my man on a craving run? Rumour or not, I think that pregnant women are entitled to a little bit of endulgence.Enjoy the status - it only lasts a short time.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I sent my husband one Christmas out on the hunt for Hickory Farm's beef stick. Yep. It was luscious!

Ms. Julia Hale said...

I never sent Rafa out for anything but I did accost him once as he entered the door with "What are we eating? No really, I mean what are we eating?????!!!" He had nacho chips and salsa out of the cupboard and on the table in less than a minute.