A preggo tantrum is not pretty. It's rather similar to a toddler tantrum, with just less of throwing oneself on the ground and flailing. Because it's too far to get down to the ground with a bump the size of a basketball. Halfway through one's tantrum one may realise that it's not really a huge deal, but is unable to stop the wave of emotions. Therefore one feels ridiculous and because of this just starts crying.
This, my friends, is a box of my favourite chocolates. (who am I kidding, most chocolate is my favourite!) and a length of vintage fabric that we'd seen together a few weeks prior. I fell in love with it, but didn't have enough money on my person to purchase it. After we'd pooled our funds and had enough money I decided that I had an entire room of fabric and this was highly unnecessary. I left empty handed. And now, here he was with a big kiss and cuddle for me and an armful of thoughtful goodies. He'd also bought Millie a vintage wooden puzzle, which is her new favourite.
I love that he remembered the fabric and brought it home for me. I knew it anyway, but he's a keeper.