PERFECT

I've become the perfect wife, according to Conrad. This week, I tried to be really on top of meal planning so that we'd use our groceries and not be stressed about last minute meals, so I prepared one of our meals a day ahead of time and left it to marinate in the fridge. 

The next day, when Conrad came home from work, I confessed that I wasn't in the mood to eat the kabobs I had prepared. Without hesitation, he said, "We could eat out?"

Conrad almost never suggests that we eat out, so I'm wholly convinced that he has become the perfect husband (also, see picture above. How could a man who interacts with babies like that not be a perfect husband?). We sat there trying to decide where to go, and I suggested Del Taco. 

Something about pregnancy makes me want super-cheap and fast foods. He was so surprised by my suggestion, and he quickly agreed, lest I came to my senses and changed my mind. 

Between my latest food choices, my ever-changing body (which he seems to love, for some strange reason), and the fact that I'm carrying his baby, I'm pretty sure I've ensured the security of our marriage for at least another fifty years. Conrad would never leave a woman who has his babies and chooses Del Taco over anything else.