So, yesterday we went to pick up the crib and to the mall to get my shower dress. I proceeded to tell him at 5 o'clock, before we left, I was hungry, then again when we were on our way I mentioned stopping to get something, then when we were leaving the mall I made a comment about how this child is going to be starved to death if he depended on his daddy to feed him. He then goes into this huge lecture about how I'm the one carrying this baby, it's my responsibility to eat if I'm hungry. He can't read minds, he says. I pretty much broke down and started crying hysterically and screaming at him telling him how I hate that it's just my responsibility and he couldn't possibly think he HAS to be a mind reader because I said something TWICE. That's called listening, not freaking mind reading. Ugh. I sometimes wonder why we are doing this. Now I'm upset all over again.