Some funny things Anton has said relating to my pregnancy that have left me speechless:
Me: "Hey, my butt got bigger! I wonder when that happened..."
Husband: (almost before I finish trailing off) "Last week."
Me: *sideways speechless glance.
*talking about the baby's current stage of development.
Me: "...yeah, he's pretty long and skinny... and see-through."
Husband: "Stop trash-talking my baby."
Me: *confused speechless half-smile.
*while getting dressed one morning.
Me: "Oh, my gosh, Honey, I don't think I can do these pants up anymore!"
Husband: (quick glance at my undone pants) "Just don't squish my baby."
Me: *incredulous speechless glare.
*waking up one morning and noticing me laying beside him with a sort of pot-belly.
Husband: "Whoa, that came out of nowhere."
Me: *I-don't-even-know-how-to-feel speechless stare.
And some things that just made me laugh:
*lunch at the deli--I'm slipping my chicken onto Anton's plate.
Husband: "You should eat more. My baby likes chicken."
Me: "Haha! Your baby likes watermelon!"
Husband: "If I go to bed right now, will you do me a back massage?"
Me: "Hey, which one of us is pregnant? Shouldn't I be getting the massages?"
Husband: "You can't lay on your stomach, the baby doesn't like it, that's why it kicks you."
Me: "Nuh-uh! I just feel it more that way!"
Husband: "You know it's true."
Me: "You're making crap up!"
And actually, every time I lay on my stomach (or it looks like I'm kind of laying on my stomach) he tells me not to squish the baby. Like the baby can't handle being squished... otherwise the whole birthing process would be different. But it's really me who gets squished when I lay on my stomach.
Anyway, my favorite thing about being pregnant is that (now that I'm showing) Anton is always asking me how I'm doing or if I'm okay. Also, when I say I can't handle the smell of something, he takes me more seriously now.
Kinda reminds me of this gem of a music video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMU7UVFDqO0
Except I'm not quite that manipulative (on purpose).
