Last night, while watching a snippet from A Baby Story about a woman who was having triplets, JB overheard that the woman had gained 50 pounds.
“How much have you gained?” he asked me.
“EIGHTY?!” He responds., knowing it would push a button with me. I keep threatening that I am going to write a book about what husbands should NOT say while their wife is pregnant, and that would make the list… He is giving me PLENTY of content for that book. The man has no ability to self censor evidently.
Meanwhile, Little Miss has taken to calling me, “Little Tiny Momma” — totally unprompted. Now THAT is the way to a pregnant momma’s heart. And she just knew to do it innately! She has even come up with a song about my new name. It melts my heart!
I think JB had a death wish last night, as mere hours after making that comment, he polished off the rest of my Girl Scout Thin Mint Ice Cream. Now that takes guts to steal ice cream from a pregnant woman!