Food Issues.

When M interviewed me last week, he asked if there was one thing I could change about him, what it would be. I gave a real answer, but found the question hard for a couple of different reasons. 1.) It is not who I am to bitch about my husband in my journal. 2.) I really couldn't think of anything all that profound anyway. I did think of something this afternoon, though, so I thought I would tell the internets that M and I? We are not very food compatible, and I would like to fix him in that area.

This is becoming even more clear now that one of us is pregnant and hungry all the time*, though it has been brought up many times in the past. Somehow, he just does not require regular sustenance, and I am a three-meal per day sort of girl. I want to eat at twelve (exactly at twelve, mind you) and I want to eat dinner at a reasonable time (between five and seven, let's say.) It doesn't particularly matter if I eat breakfast at eight or if I eat at ten thirty, I will want to eat lunch at noon. M, on the other hand, wants to eat when he gets hungry, and that drives me batshit crazy. I know, it sounds like I am anal and controlling and bossy, but you have to know how it works out to really understand why it bugs me. Example: he will get up on a Saturday morning, and putter around for a while, and finally eat something at say, 10:30. At noon, when I start talking about what to have for lunch, he'll say he's not hungry yet and will eat something in a little while. That doesn't bother me in itself because we rarely eat joint meals for lunch. So he'll eat at one thirty. At four, I am beginning to want to start on the dinner plans, and he will be so uninterested that he falls asleep in the middle of the conversation. He is completely unable to discuss what he wants for dinner if he's not hungry because he just doesn't feel like eating. (I, of course, can talk about what I want for my next meal while I am still at the table from the previous meal.) So, I am starving by the time we end up compromising on what time we eat dinner, and he isn't particularly hungry. I can't claim that I'm surprised, though, because when we met, he would occasionally realize, on a Sunday, that he hadn't eaten since Friday because he had been so involved in some game or movie or whatever that it hadn't occurred to him to eat. Me, on the other hand... I just can't imagine going that long without food, on PURPOSE. (How this usually works, of course, is that I nag him about getting out of bed and eating breakfast at an appropriate time, and then he calls me bossy under his breath, to which I must say--he met my dad before he married me, so he knew what he was getting into...) And the reason I am thinking about this, of course, is that less than two hours after M ate lunch, I am starving. Troublesome.

Somehow, it feels like it should be later than it is, which is a pleasant surprise. We've cleaned the house and taken care of a bunch of chores for the week, and now we're just hanging around without anything in particular that must be done. It's lovely, really, especially since I have tomorrow off work again. We also just received a refund check in the mail for almost four hundred bucks, which kind of gave a nice little boost to the weekend. Our insurance company covered a few things that they really weren't supposed to, and I have been nagging them about this since September for services rendered in June. (They weren't supposed to cover it, but they did, so the hospital in question should damned well give me my money back, that's how I saw it.) Of course, I can't imagine why they covered anything at all since I apparently don't exist in their system. ;)

*I made my first emergency McDonald's run from work during break on Friday afternoon. I decided that I needed a sundae, because starrflowerr and I went for one a couple of months ago and it was really good. On the way there, I decided that french fries also sounded perfect, what with the grease and the salt. And, somehow, when I ordered my food, I was surprised to find myself requesting the above two items AND a cheeseburger. I was completely and utterly starving when I left, so I guess it wasn't that surprising. It was good, really good, and now I am going to have to endeavor to forget that little experience ever happened so I don't repeat it.