Isme
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I'll be honest and say that I'm kinda spoiled anyway.
My DH is a real sweet guy and he has always taken good care of me. I have to work hard not to take advantage of his kindness.
I'm only 10 weeks pregnant at the moment, so not much has changed. He has always been great about getting me whatever I want to eat (I get hangry easily and have blood sugar issues), though he has had to put up with my ever-changing palate this far. I wanted nothing but Subway sandwiches for about a week and he indulged me. He didn't give me a hard time when I suddenly changed my mind, either. LOL. He will also cook if I need or want him to. He made me blackened lemon pepper chicken today before rushing out the door.
I think the one incident of spoiling that sticks out in my mind occurred during my last pregnancy. We were living in Denver, Colorado (well Aurora, a suburb of Denver) and it was the middle of winter. We'd moved from Tennessee and that was our first winter there, so it was not something we were used to. Anyway, I was craving a 7-11 slushy, but there was 3 feet if she on the ground. Since he couldn't pull the car out of our apartment parking lot, he decided to walk through the three feet if snow to get me a shaft from the gas station. It was relatively close to our apartment... but still, three feet of snow. If I hadn't known before, I would have known then that he was a keeper.
My DH is a real sweet guy and he has always taken good care of me. I have to work hard not to take advantage of his kindness.
I'm only 10 weeks pregnant at the moment, so not much has changed. He has always been great about getting me whatever I want to eat (I get hangry easily and have blood sugar issues), though he has had to put up with my ever-changing palate this far. I wanted nothing but Subway sandwiches for about a week and he indulged me. He didn't give me a hard time when I suddenly changed my mind, either. LOL. He will also cook if I need or want him to. He made me blackened lemon pepper chicken today before rushing out the door.
I think the one incident of spoiling that sticks out in my mind occurred during my last pregnancy. We were living in Denver, Colorado (well Aurora, a suburb of Denver) and it was the middle of winter. We'd moved from Tennessee and that was our first winter there, so it was not something we were used to. Anyway, I was craving a 7-11 slushy, but there was 3 feet if she on the ground. Since he couldn't pull the car out of our apartment parking lot, he decided to walk through the three feet if snow to get me a shaft from the gas station. It was relatively close to our apartment... but still, three feet of snow. If I hadn't known before, I would have known then that he was a keeper.