Okay, so last night I was on one of my "woe is me, I'm so fat & uncomfortable & ugly" trips but I didn't tell my OH about it, I just sat on the couch (uncomfortably I might add) and watched "The Five HeartBeats" with him. He was his usual self and blurted "I can't see the TV!", I started crying because I felt like it was due to my big fat belly in the way (I was on the edge of the couch kind of perpendicular to him). I just quietly made my way up the stairs and went to bed
Later, he came in to go to bed and we were just talking, nothing real interesting when he says out of nowhere..."You think we might should have another one after this one"? Mind you we had NEVER talked about any MORE children, just still dealing with the shock of this one!
I don't know why but that just sounded SO SWEET coming from him at that moment. Like he ENJOYS me being pregnant. And here I was feeling like the good year blimp crying sweating grotesque overbearing machine lol!!!
Later, he came in to go to bed and we were just talking, nothing real interesting when he says out of nowhere..."You think we might should have another one after this one"? Mind you we had NEVER talked about any MORE children, just still dealing with the shock of this one!
I don't know why but that just sounded SO SWEET coming from him at that moment. Like he ENJOYS me being pregnant. And here I was feeling like the good year blimp crying sweating grotesque overbearing machine lol!!!