Thats Right, Be Jealous!

I have an amazing husband.
No really, the BEST!

I was craving 3 things tonight:

Italian doughnuts dipped in chocolate
Ice cream
milk

I didn't have doughnuts or ice cream (well, I had a teeny bit but most of it had freezer burn so I ate what I could and tossed the rest) and I only had a few sips left from the Jug of milk I made Bryant buy 2 nights ago. Yeah, I drank a whole gallon by myself in 2 days.

Give me a break, I'm pregnant!

I was also feeling like mush this evening. I came home from work, took a nap and was still groggy so there was no chance that I was going to personally go out and get the these items I so craved.

But Bryant came to my rescue!

The only place I know that sells doughnuts with chocolate to dip them in is the Olive Garden.


Soooo good!

He also spoiled me and brought me back dinner


Go ahead, you have the right to be jealous.

And yes, I used my footstool as a table. My kitchen table in in the future nursery at the moment covered in baby items and craft/scrapbooking supplies.

How awesome is the "But honey, I'm pregnant..." excuse?

Pretty awesome.

But it's ok. My father-in-law told me on the phone tonight that I was allowed to make Bryant do anything I wanted. I'm the "control chip" he said.

Sick, sick, sick...

Bryant and I got home last night from a wonderful family reunion!
I was going to write a post on it but I realized that most of my photos from the week are on Bryant's iphone...

And he is at work.

So instead, I'm going to tell you all how awesome my husband is. All week I have been so sick to my stomach. No, I haven't ralphed... yet... but I feel like I am on the verge of losing everything I have eaten over the last week. Including the few dozen saltine crackers I've been nibbling on since yesterday.
(Isn't Bryant so handsome? I got really lucky!)

The 5 hour car drive home didn't help either, seeing as I get carsick anyways.

My poor husband is such a sweetheart. I felt bad because he was so worried. He kept asking "what can I do? do you need more sprite? Can I make you some soup? Want another blanket? Is the TV too loud?"

I told you, he's the best husband in the whole world!

Thanks to Bryant's loving care and 12 hours of sleep, I was feeling a LOT better this morning.

Until I tried to eat breakfast...

Oatmeal+Bryant at work= me feeling like crap.
I want Bryant home. I need him to give me a back scratch and a good cuddle. I think I'm going to call him and have him bring home a movie and another large sprite.

I also need him to make me laugh. Like he did when I hung out with him for the first time ever. He was wearing this Ace-Ventura outfit (it was Halloween)

This was when I realized that I really liked him. He was so funny and out-going.

I'm feeling better already just thinking about him.

Only 5 more hours till he come home...