Why, why, why does everything I watch have to eventually mention a food, or give over to a commercial for food? This is 100 times worse than when I was on the diet and everything was tempting.
Now, everything I see either makes me ill, or makes me want one right away. I'm re-watching the Lost finale on TiVo and Hurley just mentioned Twinkies, the bastard. And now I have to have one.
Good thing for me that my husband's at the store and that he has his cellular with him.
I've never wanted anything like I want foods sometimes now, at the drop of a hat. All I have to do is hear their name and I would walk fifteen miles to get one. Or, you know, make Tom go get one.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
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I've never wanted anything like I want foods sometimes now, at the drop of a hat. All I have to do is hear their name and I would walk fifteen miles to get one. Or, you know, make Tom go get one.
Herein lies the discomfort of pregnancy for men. Women get the aches and pains, the cravings, and all that jazz. Men have to drop everything to help relieve those aches, pains, and cravings. And let's face it, the man has to drop everything. Cause like this scene would ever really happen:
W: Honey, I really want a Twinkie. Will you go to store and get a box?
M: It's two in the morning. Do I have to?
And why won't this scene ever happen? Because the women has the ultimate trump card -- "Would you rather carry the baby and I be the one going to the store for Twinkies?" And of course, that's a winning argument. And not just winning, but correct and justified too.
So even though normally, any sane person would acknowledge how ridiculous it is to wake someone up to send them to the store for Twinkies at two in the morning, with pregnancy in the equation, all bets are off. There just aren't many discomforts and annoyances you can offer up as being as great as those of pregnancy and childbirth.
I would imagine.
I'll be getting Twinkies now, thank you.
Timing is essential. As long as these things go down _while I'm at the store_ things are probably all right in the world.
By electing to have a child, you have waived your rights to good timing and all things convenient for the next 18 years.
The man can counter that the doctor doesn't want her eating anything that could harm the child. This is how I kept my wife off anything with nitrites (hot dogs, deli meats, et. al.) for 40 weeks. That was tough.
Living with a pregnant woman is the only way to appreciate all those wacky, crazy things going on in her body, and I felt like I wanted to help her through that in any way possible. Except for stuff like heroin and Courvosier, I agree on that point. But dill pickles at 2 am? I'm out the door.
Holy shit the Queen of Jordan is gorgeous. She's on the Today show right now. Too bad her racing team sucks. (That one's for you, Tom.)
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