the right way to negotiate with a pregnant wife

I have this bad habit of throwing things in the general vicinity of the bathroom trash can, things like tissues and empty toilet paper roles, as opposed to placing things accurately in it. See, it's hidden between the sink and tub, so I figure the shower curtain should act as enough of a backboard that if I aim for it, whatever I'm throwing will usually make it in the trash can. Apparently not, though. So this is how Anil asked me to amend my ways, and I think he deserves points for his phrasing:

ANIL: So, I'll do everything to help you while you're pregnant and for the rest of your life, but will you do one thing for me? Make sure what you throw at the trash can makes it in? 

And yes. Yes I will. Because he went to Whole Foods last night and made dinner because I'm supposed to be eating fish, but I suddenly can't deal with smelling it long enough to buy from the counter at the store nor can I stand cooking it.