I’m really not sure I want to admit this. It’s embarrassing. Today I cried over a BBQ sandwich. This kid needs to be born.
So my second and third trimester cravings have been BBQ. Specifically, chopped beef sandwiches or sliced brisket. I never get tired of it. Since Saturday, I have eaten 4 chopped beef sandwiches. Today, I got another strong craving for BBQ. I had to have it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about a sandwich before.
I decided to go home for lunch today so that I could make a quick sandwich with the fully cooked chopped brisket that I bought at the grocery store. I came in the door and Garrett looked surprised and happy to see me (I don’t usually come home for lunch). I happily told him that I came home and was going to make myself a BBQ sandwich- He instantly froze and had a stricken look on his face.
“Honey, I don’t think we have any BBQ left”. “Yes we do, I saw it”. “No, I think that was yesterday, I think its all gone”. I looked in the fridge- he was right. He asked me if there was anything else that I wanted and I instantly burst into tears. I knew it was bizarre and insane to be crying but I couldn’t help it. Being the supportive husband he is, he gave me a big hug and rubbed my back as I tried to stop the flow of big crocodile tears that were staining my shirt. I felt him shaking- I’m pretty sure he was repressing laughter because as I pulled away I noticed him wipe a tear out of the corner of his eye before he assumed a serious concerned looking face and asked me if I would like to go out for lunch.
He had already eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before I arrived but he took me out for a chopped BBQ sandwich anyway. Isn’t he sweet? At times like this, I’m so glad that I’m married to him.
And seriously, my due date needs to hurry up and get here. I’m losing my mind.