Ric insisted I post the pickle story, so enjoy!
A couple of days ago I decided to go to the market after getting Isabel from school. Suffice it to say, Isabel HATES shopping of any kind. By the time I arrived home I was overwhelmed, hormonal, frustrated and practically in tears. Ric picked that unfortunate time to call me as I am struggling with the groceries into the house. He then asks if everything is ok, well you can image the earful he got. After I finished my 5 minute tirade and was starting to cry, he responded " I am hurrying home I will be there as quickly as I can."
He carefully walks into the kitchen 10 minutes later.....
I am at the kitchen counter as calm as can be with a kosher dill pickle jar in my hands. I think at that point I am on pickle number 4. I tell him, it's all ok now, I have my pickles!
A bit of background is that I am really not supposed to have pickles because of the salt and my pregnancy induced high-blood pressure.
Needless to say Ric said I could have as many pickles as I wanted :)
Hope you enjoyed one of the many hormonal episodes that Ric has endured during this pregnancy.
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