The Way to a {Pregnant} Woman's Heart

So...I've been a little emotional these days.  It doesn't take much to send me into fits of uncontrollable sobs.  I realize that hormones are to blame, but I still felt a little silly when I completely lost it over an empty freezer on Wednesday night. 

On Valentine's Day, Jim and I shared our traditional holiday meal (Chicken Marsala) followed by a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream.  The next day, I was thinking about diving into a bowl of delectable Cherry Garcia after dinner that evening.  Even though the containers are small, I assumed that at least a little ice cream was left in the pint that we had opened on Valentine's Day.  So imagine my disappointment when I opened the freezer to find nary a pint of ice cream in sight.  When Jim informed me that we had polished it off the night before, I literally fell apart - tears, snot, sulking...the works.  In Jim's defense, he did offer to go to the gas station to pick up another pint, but at that point, I just wanted to stubbornly pout.  I settled for a couple handfuls of cherry M & Ms and turned in early.

The next day, I was able to clearly see and laugh at just how silly I was to lose it over ice cream.  Cherry Garcia's good, but it probably isn't worth the tears.  I was ready to move forward and put the embarrassing incident behind me. 

Apparently, Jim was also ready to move past the Cherry Garcia Meltdown - so much so that he took action to ensure that such an unraveling would never happen again.  Upon arriving home after a book club meeting last night, I was greeted with the following trail and treasure:

JACKPOT!!!



Awww...what a guy, huh?  I can't guarantee that I won't have any more meltdowns, but Jim made sure that any meltdowns would NOT be over ice cream!