It's the baby's fault

Today, it most certainly is.


I flipped out over a cupcake!


If that isn't the baby talking, I don't know what is.


So last night I had dinner with my friend Kristina at Tender Greens.  As a last minute decision I bought a red velvet cupcake so that I would have a snack at the meeting we were attending later on.  Well, I only had about three bites and I figure I should share it with the hubster.  I took it home and he was grateful that he had a cupcake to snack on.  All I asked was to leave me some (a bite or two).


He did!


This morning I saw the remains of the cupcake sitting on the counter. Yay, a nice sweet treat for tonight.


Let me interject here that at the beginning of my pregnancy I would get nauseous if I didn't eat a fulfilling breakfast, so I started making breakfast burritos in bulk.  Eventually, the hubster wanted to share in my breakfast bounty and soon got accustomed to getting a breakfast burrito on Thursdays and Fridays.  Well this particular morning, there were only 3 burritos left.  I made the executive decision to reheat one for myself and save the last two for us for tomorrow.


I randomly text the hubster this morning about how there was no burrito for him and he said he saw that and was hungry and took the cupcake instead.  *gasp*  MY CUPCAKE!  I completely freak out on him and yell at him that he doesn't care about me and doesn't respect my requests of leaving me cupcake and how I guess he did leave me some, but since I didn't consume it right away that I lost all rights to MY leftover cupcake.  I proceeded to ask him if he was punishing me for not making him a burrito! I told him that I didn't forget to make him one, that we were running low. He conceded and said he wouldn't eat it, but the damage was done.


I look back on this text conversation that took place54 hours ago and just laugh.  My poor poor husband.  The baby doesn't like it when its burritos and cupcakes are messed with.  Better think twice!