Well, now that I am back home from MN, the loneliness has officially set in! Being pregnant is hard enough with all these crazy hormones flying around! But to not be able to share it with my closest girl friends or family is pretty tough. Mark is a GREAT listener, and I am starting to feel a bit sorry for him. He must think I'm off my rocker, crying every other day!
Last week I had an official break down! I wanted to make him a nice dinner when he got home from work. I asked him if he had any ideas, and he said "stuffed chicken". OK people, I am NOT a good cook...so when he said that, I panicked a bit. But that's what he wanted, and dang-it, THAT'S what he was gonna get! I didn't want to go to the grocery store, so I scoped out what we had. I came up with apple and cheese stuffed chicken, easy enough!? Mark got home from work and the cooking began. He was nice and settled in his cozy chair, reading and relaxing after a hard days work when I said "how do you flatten chicken! This smasher thing isn't working! It's just flinging chicken juice everywhere and mutilating it!" And the tears began to flow! I mean, for REAL! That STUPID chicken! It was NOT cooperating! Good reason to cry, right? Right. Well, Mark came to the rescue and pounded out the chicken, but now it looked like it had been run over by a train, and ripped up by hungry lions, and now the kitchen was caked in salmonella! How was I suppose to stuff THAT!? IMPOSSIBLE! So as I am cutting up the apples, and my tears are giving them a nice salty flavor, and I'm wailing "I don't WANT dinner anymore. I can't do ANYTHING with that dumb, ugly chicken! I can't cook". Poor Mark. He must have been mortified. I had my apron on with mascara streaming down my face, waving a meat tenderizer in the air. So he just stepped in and hugged me. He became my human kleenex. What an amazing man, my husband! And then the laughing began! As I was wiping my snot on his shirt, we just laughed at my insane breakdown! And our dinner turned out fabulous!
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