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Bones Popping and Big Macs

When I was pregnant with my first son, I had a very bad case of sciatica and saw a chiropractor to help me cope with the pain. I must confess that this "doctor" was quite good looking, and so plastic looking that you would get star-stuck when meeting him.

So I came home from my first bone popping session and told my husband how dreamy this doctor was (we have a censor-free relationship), and how I dorkily behaved around the doctor because it was so intimidating how perfect he looked. My husband listened to me attentively with a smile, the way he always does. Then, I told him I was craving for a huge juicy BigMac. My husband's face changed from looking at me like I was ice cream to being close to furious. So I asked him:

- Honey! I don't understand you sometimes! I just told you I was drooling over a godly looking man and you have no reaction whatsoever. But I tell you I want to eat a Big Mac and you get angry at me...

-That's because if you chose that man over me, that would hurt me. But if you choose to eat that Big Mac, that will hurt you and the baby.

And this was one of the most loving and romantic thing my dear husband ever said to me. ♥♥♥♥