Oh boy... the bullshit begins...
In case you're under a rock and haven't heard from her Journal, my wife is pregnant with our first child. So this means my posts for the next eight months or so are going to be chronicling the various phases of hell that I, as the offending husband, am going to have to go through as my wife expands (in the childbirth type of way only) and her moods go through the roof.
This week it appears to be hunger. I picked her up from work and asked asked her where we were going to dinner (House is still in boxes ).
Well, she didn't particularly care, so we ended up going to McDonalds because it was cheap and we've had enough financial blows this month due to moving.
I don't know if it was McDonalds or our upcoming spawn that caused it to happen, but my wife was taken over by this maniacal food monster. It was almost as if Jen's eyes went red and the demonically altered voice went "Feed Me!"
She then proceeded to zip through the chicken selects and her fries as if she was possessed. I'm known to eat quickly, but I think she might have beaten my best.
Luckily she came to her senses when her food (and only a quarter of my fries) was gone. We made a quick joke about the situation and made it the rest of the way home with my burgers still intact.
Oh well... Just one of many adventures relating to having a wife with child. Married with children... I now need to perfect my Al Bundy imitation... hand going down pants now... All good...
Until the next bizarre incident...
This week it appears to be hunger. I picked her up from work and asked asked her where we were going to dinner (House is still in boxes ).
Well, she didn't particularly care, so we ended up going to McDonalds because it was cheap and we've had enough financial blows this month due to moving.
I don't know if it was McDonalds or our upcoming spawn that caused it to happen, but my wife was taken over by this maniacal food monster. It was almost as if Jen's eyes went red and the demonically altered voice went "Feed Me!"
She then proceeded to zip through the chicken selects and her fries as if she was possessed. I'm known to eat quickly, but I think she might have beaten my best.
Luckily she came to her senses when her food (and only a quarter of my fries) was gone. We made a quick joke about the situation and made it the rest of the way home with my burgers still intact.
Oh well... Just one of many adventures relating to having a wife with child. Married with children... I now need to perfect my Al Bundy imitation... hand going down pants now... All good...
Until the next bizarre incident...