After that rude newsflash a few days ago that it has been six months, things were slowing down a bit. My girlfriend talked slowly, she cooked slowly ( boiling that is, remember she still hates cooking oil!), she walks slowly even though she turns like a Pepsi truck. Am not allowed to rush her in any way and am supposed to let her do whatever she wants. If she wants to fart, she farts, if she wants to go to the loo, she does ( all 20plus time in a day) , if it itches she scratches and then comes "i want what i want and i want it now!"
Whoever decided that women should get pregnant (instead of just laying eggs) probably did right but he forgot to exclude one thing, the cravings!! for the past three months, i have been rained on, walked in the dark at weird hours of the night and lost in marketplaces. When my girlfriend sees roasted maize on TV, she wants roasted maize there and then, mark you we are watching the late night movie. As she is cooking ( or is it boiling) in the kitchen, she suddenly remembers this great recipe she did in high school and so she has to have the ingredients there and then. After getting lost and rained on as i search for her ingredients and bring them home, she suddenly realizes she never liked that recipe in the first place and so she doesn't need them. If i went to the supermarket and came home all packed up with everything i know she likes, she always and i mean always, finds one thing that i have forgotten to bring then i might just as well have not have brought her anything. One night she woke me up as though the house was on fire and she told me that she needed to have icecream ( i wish to state that despite all the things that crossed my mind that i wanted to do and say to her, i didn't do any of them). The look on her face clearly stated that if i dared not bring the icecream she would start munching on the baby's toes to quench her craving. When i walked out some ridiculous neighbour had packed behind my car, next option go get a mat, time 1.30 am, no mats at this ungodly hour, next option, walk, "for 5 miles, hell no!", am taking the next option, "go kill that person of a woman, kill her dead!"
Whoever decided that women should get pregnant (instead of just laying eggs) probably did right but he forgot to exclude one thing, the cravings!! for the past three months, i have been rained on, walked in the dark at weird hours of the night and lost in marketplaces. When my girlfriend sees roasted maize on TV, she wants roasted maize there and then, mark you we are watching the late night movie. As she is cooking ( or is it boiling) in the kitchen, she suddenly remembers this great recipe she did in high school and so she has to have the ingredients there and then. After getting lost and rained on as i search for her ingredients and bring them home, she suddenly realizes she never liked that recipe in the first place and so she doesn't need them. If i went to the supermarket and came home all packed up with everything i know she likes, she always and i mean always, finds one thing that i have forgotten to bring then i might just as well have not have brought her anything. One night she woke me up as though the house was on fire and she told me that she needed to have icecream ( i wish to state that despite all the things that crossed my mind that i wanted to do and say to her, i didn't do any of them). The look on her face clearly stated that if i dared not bring the icecream she would start munching on the baby's toes to quench her craving. When i walked out some ridiculous neighbour had packed behind my car, next option go get a mat, time 1.30 am, no mats at this ungodly hour, next option, walk, "for 5 miles, hell no!", am taking the next option, "go kill that person of a woman, kill her dead!"
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