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!