One of the hard parts of being pregnant is convincing your man to go buy you a Chicago Style hot dog with everything on it when you have not eaten a hot dog of meat in like, a decade.
You have to wait until he is at the very tail end of doing his homework and is fatigued and also hungry himself. It also involves convincing him that it's ok for a fetus to secondarily ingest a hot dog.
I hear him dailing his phone in the other room to see where is open. I think I just made it happen.
YES!Posted by jessica hopper at March 14, 2010 09:49 PM | TrackBack