She’s Eating For Two, Not For You
Typically, I cook all the meals for myself and my wife. The exception is on Fridays when my wife has the day off, but I work at a different site and so get home relatively late. The normal routine is that on Fridays, my wife will go to the store to get food for the week and then cook dinner Friday night. I handle meals from Saturday through Thursday.
My wife is about five months pregnant with our first child and is experiencing a bit of “pregnancy brain”.
I am on my way home from work and call my wife once I hit the highway like I typically do.
Me: “Hey, honey, how are you feeling?”
Wife: “A little tired, but mostly all good.”
Me: “Sounds good. Is there dinner at home, or were you too tired? I can stop somewhere on my way home if you like?”
Wife: “No need; there is dinner here. All good.”
I finish my drive home and come into the house to find my wife on the couch snacking on some cookies and watching TV.
Me: “Hey, love, did you already eat?”
Wife: *Happily* “Yep, I already ate. Thanks for checking on me.”
I figure maybe she just got hungry early and there are leftovers somewhere. I clean up, change out of work clothes, and then go looking through the fridge. Not only are there no leftovers, but there is nothing from our weekly grocery list, just some snacks and junk food.
I start trying to cobble together some version of a nutritious dinner out of snacks and non-perishables from the pantry when, suddenly, I hear from the other room:
Wife: “OH, S***! YOU NEED TO EAT, TOO! I FORGOT!”
Once we stopped laughing, I had my junk food dinner, and we decided it was probably time to go through the chore list and make some pregnancy adjustments.