After getting home from work, starving, and remembering that we had basically no food in the house, I put on my sweatpants, got into bed, and texted Matt: "I need a sandwich or else the fetus will begin to eat my heart." Seconds later, I heard a buzzing. It was the vibration of Matt's phone on his dresser! Oh no! How was I to get a sandwich now?!?!
Now, an exchange when he finally returned home from work, sandwichless.
Me: Well, I was going to just call work but then I thought you might be unnecessarily worried that there was a problem.
Matt: I would have known it was about a sandwich.
Me: Because a lack of sandwiches IS a problem!