- I was starting to brainstorm ideas for my sister's bachelorette, and one of them would (possibly) require me to go out of town for a weekend in February or March. Trevor's response? "You can't do that! Who will take care of the baby?"
Me: "That would be you, Trev."
Trevor: "But who will FEED the baby?"
Me: "Again. That would be you."
Trevor: "But I can't do that!"
Me: "Yes you can. Because you are THE FATHER."
- He told me I wasn't allowed to ride in his new car if I went into labor. Why? Because I might leak. He later amended this statement by saying we could either take my car or he would consider putting a trash bag down to protect his leather seats in the event that my water broke.
- While getting dressed for bed he told me I looked like an old, fat man. Not pregnant and beautiful. No, no. Like an elderly dude with a giant beer gut. Because my hubby knows how to make a girl feel special at the end of a long day.
And I am only sort of kidding.
I mean, obviously.
Can you blame me?