Let The Pregnancy Stories Begin!

I love documenting everything that happens... especially the ones I will look back at and laugh. We yesterday we had our first "pregnancy" melt down. It was over Chile Queso. YES. Chile Queso. I decided that I should probably escape the house finally. So, I went to Hopdoddy's to get two milkshakes, fries, and of course, Chile Queso. It took me about an hour to get to this location due to crazy Dallas traffic. I have been craving this Chile Queso for the past two days. This Chile Queso is amazing... and expensive. But basically perfection. I am just trying to make it sound way more important than ordinary Queso. HA! So.. driving the 5 more minutes to Brigham's work, I could smell the dip and could not wait. I arrive to his work, excited to see him and hungry. Maybe a little hangry. I proceeded to open the Queso and place it on the middle console. I look in my rear view mirror and see Brigham heading my way. I was excited! I got fries, Queso, and the worlds greatest milkshakes... oh and my husband of course. He gets in the car, picks up my purse on the seat, lifts it up and over to the back, and BAM.... spills it all down my seat! Over 3/4 of the container. And I just started crying. In my mind I knew that I was only crying because I really wanted that Queso and I tried to stop, because that is just silly to cry over cheese. I really should have been crying over the fact that the cheese burnt my butt and got all over the back of my pants. But I wasn't. Brigham didn't even know what to do. He grabbed napkins and started cleaning it up. I was just sitting in cheese bawling. Just like that my dad was ruined. HAHA! I left in anger because of the stupidest mistake he made by hitting the cup of cheese. I don't think I made it out of the parking lot before I stopped crying and realized that this was the baby talking. Yes, I blame the baby. "She" or as Brigham says "he" was the one craving the Queso. When baby wants something, baby really wants something. Brigham called about 20 minutes later stating that he will pick some up for me on his way home and I quickly responded, "that is okay. Baby wants to throw it up now." Oh these next 8 months are going to be the best!!!