Cravings

My husband is a weirdo. The other night I was lying in bed thinking about all of the things on my to-do list. And then it hit me! I really wanted some watergate salad. Like, really bad. My mouth filled with an abundant amount of saliva just thinking about it. What's not to love....marshmellows, some green creamy stuff, with nuts and pineapple chunks. Instead of obliging to my weird craving at 10 p.m., he rolled over and went to sleep. Not a good move.

So, the next day, I mentioned that I wanted some watergate salad again. He just looked at me and said, "Still?" Being the pregnant, hormonal wife of his, I shot him this very dirty look (which he has coined my "I love you" look). I took a deep breath and counted to three and very politely told him that he was being an awful husband by not getting me some watergate salad. Since he is a man, after all, he responded and said "I don't really know when it is a real craving or not." And, then he proceeded to make up rules regarding cravings. This is how I'm supposed to handle cravings in the future:

1. Always state that it is a real craving. For example, "Lonnie, this is serious....I need watergate salad." Extra emphasis on the "serious" part so that he understands the urgency in the matter.
2. Cravings must come before he is in bed on weekdays since he has to get up and go to work at 5:30 a.m.

I'm the pregnant one...I thought I got to make up the rules?