So last night we went out for dinner with Josh's cousin and his girlfriend. I was heating up my leftovers later (since I'm always hungry now) and I was asking if the microwave was the best way to heat up the steak. Josh's response: steak yes, foil no. They had lined the takeout box with foil when they boxed up my leftovers. Me: Really? I'm putting it on a plate. Josh: I didn't know, you can't blame me. With your pregnancy brain, who knows.
And these are from today.
Me: We're past the point of no return, babe.
Josh: Why?
Me: Baby bump sticks out of a loose t-shirt even now.
Josh: Not really, you look like you could just be a fatty.
I'm walking around getting ready, patting my belly.
Josh: Are you hitting him?
Me: No. And I can't feel him squirming around, so he can't be that upset about it.
Josh: You're going to make him go deaf.
That husband of mine sure makes me laugh.
