Nine steps to a regular evening

1. Conrad calls me and asks me if I have plans for dinner. I say no, not really. He offers to bring home Panda Express. I say, nah, I think I'd rather just eat here. Panda is too greasy. This is how my pregnant brain works. I'd rather cook at home than enjoy a meal which I didn't have to make. It's counter-logical, I tell you!
2. He gets home around 5 and jumps in the shower while I get dinner ready. 
3. We each put our coziest clothes on (also baggiest, and probably most grey).
4. We eat dinner together and talk about our days. What was your favorite part of the day? Coming home to you, he says. Not throwing up this morning, I say. Spongebob plays in the background.
5. We finish dinner, and if Conrad is feeling particularly angelic, he might clean up some of the dishes. 
6. We eat cookies and milk, and Conrad marvels at my dairy consumption. (I've never been much of a milk drinker, you see, but lately I chug milk like crazy)
7. We make our way over to the couch, where we will spend the rest of the night. We sit close to each other. Maybe we even hold hands. We each have a computer on our lap while a movie plays that neither of us are really watching.
8. I sip my water slowly and sneak a picture. 
9. 10:30 rolls around, and we decide we should go to bed. Which we promptly do.