My husband took us out to eat to celebrate the baby and I made the mistake of telling him I’m in the mood for anything. But when it comes to being pregnant, I can be craving something one minute and the next minute it’s the most digusting thing ever.
I know it drives my husband mad but he tries to keep quiet. You know, because of my insane pregnancy hormones that I’m pretty sure scares him a lot.
I was really hoping we would go to a Mexican restaurant but it never occured to me to just tell him because hello, I totally expect him to read my mind… even though he never has… but I’m a woman so there you go.
We were on our way to dinner and when we pulled up to the restaurant, I thought ruh roh. There was a picture of a lobster on the sign.
Oh fuck. please don’t be a seafood place.
We walk in, yep it’s a seafood place. I start gagging because of the smell. But I think to myself that my husband wanted to take me out to have a nice dinner with the hummingbird and tried to gag and dry heave quietly.
That didn’t work.
While we were waiting for a table, I was standing there with my hand over my nose and mouth, trying not to breathe in the really nasty smell of fish. Because of my hypersensitive pregnancy nose, that didn’t work very well either.
I knew I had to get out of there but we had already ordered drinks. So I suggested to my husband that I’ll just wait in the car, fully expecting him to say no way and that he’s fine with leaving.
After I told him I don’t mind sitting in the car to wait, he said okay.
Okay? Okay??? You want your dry heaving, gagging, pregnant, starving wife to wait in the fucking car while you have dinner???
But I just said “well, maybe we can just cancel our order and go somewhere else”. There were a few tense moments but after a few more dry heaves, he was pretty sure I would be getting sick very soon if we didn’t get the hell out of there.
So, he paid for our drinks, got them in to go cups, and after wanting to scratch each other’s eyes out when it came to deciding where we should go to eat next, (he just wanted to go home but damn it, he was supposed to be taking us out to celebrate the baby!!!! haha!) we settled on a Mexican place and I ate my weight in queso dip and tortilla chips.
It ended up being a pretty decent night after all. And nobody died.