advice to husbands with pregnant wives

I know I should really be spreading the pregnant stories out, but I just can't wait. Enjoy.

Over the weekend, I thought my stomach was starting to look different. (This is where you ignore the last few posts about how much saturated fat I have been eating.) But seriously, it didn't just look fat, it was a hard fat, a pregnant fat.

So I said to Matt, "Look! I think I'm showing!"

Matt looks and responds doubtfully, "Ummm no, I don't think you're showing."

Mars-Venus translation: "Darling, I think that's the Freebird's Burrito you just downed, not our raspberry-sized fetus."

(Whatever! My uterus is the size of a grapefruit!)

Men, when in doubt, your wife is showing.