As I'm sure that most of you are aware, the early part of this pregnancy hasn't been easy for me. It seems as though now, besides having to pee a million times a day, and wanting to eat the weirdest foods ever, everything is finally good.

On Saturday night Paul and I went out to dinner with some of his colleagues for their after christmas dinner. I wasn't feeling 100%, neither was he (we have been trading a cold for like the last 2 weeks). The place that we were eating at had a very limited menu selection, and since Paul is severly lactose intollerant and the thought of certain foods is just nauseating, we struggled to find something to eat.

We both had soup (I had french onion, he had chicken noodle) and salad and there was bread and his boss ordered appetizers for us two since I can't drink (he had bought everyone else a round). After we left the dinner at around 11:00pm, I was craving a sub. So we ordered from Subway (the one down the street from us gave me the number cause I kept sending Paul back with changes. When he got there I didnt want it anymore I wanted Nachos. He took me home, and went to this pub that he and his buddies go to and came home with the best nachos ever. I ate them all then went to bed. I felt so bad for changing my mind, but just the thought of mayonaise at that moment was gross.
He never complains when I ask him to get me something. He has gone to both ends of the city to get me what my craving desires.