Tonight I asked my husband to go get me food from Subway.....we live pretty much right across the street from it, but he ended up being gone for a while. When he walked in finally the first thing he said was "Babe please don't be mad at me, they were closed so I went to Wal mart instead to get food".
So I did what any normal, hungry, overly tired, slightly nauseated pregnant woman would do....I burst into tears. Over Subway. It's almost embarrassing to write about. Of course my husband couldnt understand why I could be that devastated about missing out on a sandwich, but I REALLY wanted it. And I've had a rough day.
So I sit there bawling for a few minutes while John asks me what he can do to make me happy again, and all of a sudden I realize how ridiculous I'm being.....and I start to laugh. Now he's REALLY confused. He said "Wait, are you laughing now? Good lord, you are a mess!"
I think maybe now he understands just how crazy extra hormones can make a girl. Five minutes later I was fine, and we made a pizza. And I feel much better now that I've had a good cry