10:30pm
Supreme Leader: I want some cherries.
Me: It's January.
SL: You can still get them.
Me: For what, a thousand dollars a pound?
SL: You don't love me.
Supremely Pregnant Leader: My belly feels distended.
Me: Your belly is distended.
SPL: Thanks.
Me: I'm a lot of help, aren't I?
SPL: You're a bastard.
*Update: Ok, when I said I wasn't writing I should have been more specific and said I haven't been writing posts. I've got a new story up at the Zombie News Network if you're interested. It's short.
I have many fond memories of sending my husband out for frozen corn. Apparently, I'm a cheap (pregnant) date.
ReplyDeleteI used to send my husband out for giant Subway sandwiches. Oh the memories.
ReplyDeleteI'll sell you a pound of cherries for $500. Deal?
ReplyDeleteI love pregnant conversations. I should really start collecting the reasons why I have no children ... really. I find them all over the blogosphere all the time! I love my four legged monster kids though! You guys are amazing!!!
ReplyDeletegood luck with those cherries. (might I suggest an angel food cake with cherries and sauce and whipped cream on top ... satisfy both of ya cravings?)
I love pregnant conversations. I should really start collecting the reasons why I have no children ... really. I find them all over the blogosphere all the time! I love my four legged monster kids though!
ReplyDeletegood luck with those cherries. (might I suggest an angel food cake with cherries and sauce and whipped cream on top ... satisfy both of ya cravings?)
I miss pre-pregnant conversations. You never get that part of your brain back.
ReplyDeleteWhat, no credit for being honesty and helpfulness?
ReplyDeleteStill, maybe just keep your yap shut. And go and find those cherries, dammit!
"Girls are silly when they're pregnant!" said the man who never wanted to have sex again. But wink,wink! It's true.
ReplyDeleteOh how I remember the "get me" days (-:
ReplyDeleteYou poor man.
C'mon...you can still get cherries...
ReplyDeletechocolate covered ones
make a necklace out of them
massage her feet
and ask her when she is going to start showing
Peace ~ Rene
Supreme Pregnant Leaders are VERY scary. I sent my man out for cool pops. Luckily you could buy them in bulk.
ReplyDeleteCantaloupe halves filled with vanilla ice cream in Bellingham, WA in February....good times for my husband.
ReplyDeleteLucky you....you have blog material for another 6 months plus the baby pics. Now, stop complaining and go buy those cherries.
Think of all the blog fodder you're going to have! No need to think up things to post because you have pregnancy brain.
ReplyDeleteAnd might I suggest that your constant need to eat is from a sympathetic pregnancy? When I was pregnant with Indy, I gained 11 pounds (4.75lbs of that was Indy, BTW), while Mr. HH gained 25.
You're so pretty. You look SO small. Are you sure you're gaining enough weight?
ReplyDeleteGo with stuff like that.
Little Caesars Vegetarian Sandwiches - EVERY day. I tried to eat one a few weeks after giving birth and thought they were the worse things ever invented. Sigh.. I miss those days.
ReplyDeleteI think, in general, it's best for you to stay away from words like "distended." It's okay for SPL - but not for you.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I ever sent my husband out for anything. But I did ask him to make me grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches almost every day of my first pregnancy.
Since I didn't find out I was pregnant until I was 5-1/2 months along, I missed out on sending hubby to find a myriad of odd foods.
ReplyDeleteOh wait. Maybe I did. He just thought I was crazy. ;)
LOL, how funny!
ReplyDeleteI've said it before, I'll say it again... I love your wife.
ReplyDeleteRepeat after me - six more months - six more months - then it gets worse!! BWAHHHHH
ReplyDeletethe bastard comment made me snort oj out my nose...lmao;)
ReplyDeleteMy fruit of choice was strawberries. I yelled at John for eating some of the berries and leaving the stems in the sink for me to find just because I thought it was mean of him. Yeah, turns out the stems were mine. I've apologized. Just last week in fact..
ReplyDeleteThose pregnancy hormones are a bitch! hang in there!
ReplyDeleteDamn you insensitive bastard!!!! Get your wife some cherries!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeletelol. now go get some cherries...
ReplyDeleteNever deny a pregnant woman. Do you not remember her having your other two children? If she wants cherries, you'd better figure out how to get them :)
ReplyDeleteyou are clearly heartless and trying to torture your pregnant wife.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it be easier to just hide in the woods until the baby is born? Or in college?
ReplyDeleteTrader Joes carries all sorts of good stuff.
ReplyDeleteAh...those were the days. When I was pregnant my husband did everything I asked of him. He rubbed my feet, cleaned out the kitty box, put away his socks. Then the kid was born and...sigh. Only a bittersweet memory.
ReplyDeleteI am on Supreme Leaders side this time. Bastard. ;)
ReplyDeletepreginint indeed
ReplyDeleteha!
love it
keep them coming
hope SL doesnt throw you out at some point for sharing the love
I think the correct answer to "my belly feels distended" might have been "can I buy you some cherries?", but don't quote me on that.
ReplyDeleteAt least you're honest...
ReplyDeleteHope the prego thing is going well!
Just as you understand she IS the Supreme Leader, whether you love her or not, whether you are a bastard or not. Remember. She. Is. Always. Right. :)
ReplyDeleteyou are a bastard, and only in it for the sex. i know your type.
ReplyDeleteAt least you are a funny bastard.
ReplyDeleteorange slurpies with chocolate syrup in them so i could dip my sour cream and chive chips in them to eat....now that is a craving
ReplyDeleteYour wife is awesome :)
ReplyDeleteand pregnancy sucks, I feel her pain. Well, not anymore THANK GOD but Ive been there a time or 4.
the only thing i made my husband run out and get for me was ribs... for the first 2 months i was pregnant, i had this insane insatiable craving for ribs. weird, i know!
ReplyDeleteDude... You are so right! This is some GREAT writing! I woke the dog up with my overly manly laugh!!! HA! Good Job!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds about right.
ReplyDeleteOh my god, you really DON'T love her! It's only a thousand dollars a pound, geez!!
ReplyDeletewait, you're PREGNANT? Where HAVE I BEEN??????
ReplyDeleteI'll get her the damn cherries myself.
Baby Dumbass needs cherries, you dick!
ReplyDeleteHah- just kidding. Is it just me, or is January the official Writer's Block Month for bloggers? Somma them bastards are still cranking the daily post, but when I peeked my head out of my avoidance/shame spiral and looked around, I realized lots of us have our minds somewhere else. Like on cherries and frosting.
Just shut up and get the cherries.
ReplyDeleteAnd grilled cheese art.
Aaaw get The Supreme Leader some cherries. I was pregnant twice and those cravings are a bitch.
ReplyDeletePoor abused man! LOL! I am all for zombies stories.
ReplyDeleteGood Lord, man, remove both distended and fat from your vocabulary. Immediately.
ReplyDeleteShe's only asking for cherries. Gah! It's not like she's demanding chocolate-covered gold bricks or anything. Wait...do they have cherries in Candada? I mean...anyplace that doesn't have a Target forces me to ask that question.
ReplyDeleteSorry. I just had a margarita. I meant...Canada.
ReplyDeleteHa ha. Hormones in a woman can absolutely make, "for a thousand dollars a pound" translate to "you don't love me."
ReplyDeletemmmmmm cherrriesss
ReplyDeleteA woman who's pregnant, longing for cherries. I think that's Freudian, man. She's nostalgic. And it's probably all your fault.
ReplyDeleteWhile you're out, can you get me some toilet paper.
ReplyDeleteDude, don't cheap out on the cherries. I so hope the newest bundle at your home will be a girl. You'll be getting her "cherries" or whatever she wants for the rest of her life. This? This is just practice....
ReplyDeleteSo how quickly did cherries appear in the house? Did you get yourself some vanilla ice cream and tell her you're having empathy cravings?
ReplyDeleteLike I said before, take your FAT ASS out to get the woman some food.
ReplyDeleteI'm the one person out there who never had cravings when I was pregnant. Or mood swings. I'm normally a binge eating bitch so things didn't change much.
LOL sounds like normal pregnant conversations to me *shrug*
ReplyDeleteUm? Can I come to Vancouver? Fuck the cherries.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the follow, I am now following you.
ReplyDeleteLast year my poor Hubby had to go get ice cream in the winter. All I craved was soft serve vanilla ice cream. Hoep supreme leader gets to have cherries!
Have a great day