That's so sweet! When I was pregnant with ds, there was one night in my first trimester where I desperately needed to eat, but had the hardest time figuring out what sounded edible. I was in that "nauseated plus too exhausted to think of appealing foods" stage. Finally, I decided that a baked potato with sour cream sounded okay. Having decided that, it became my Holy Grail of food. Since I was still so exhausted, I decided it sounded easier to just go to Wendy's and get one ready-made, rather than going to the food store. So I gathered a small burst of energy, went to the drive-thru, and brought it home. When I opened the bag, I discovered that they had forgotten the sour cream!
I, of course, responded in the calm, cool, and collected way that you'd expect in that situation: I burst into hysterical tears. As far as I was concerned, the only sour cream available might as well have been on the moon. I was totally spent, physically and emotionally. Dh took one look at me and immediately grabbed his keys. He went to the food store and came home within about 3 minutes, carrying sour cream.
Two *pounds* of sour cream. :LOL What a guy!