My husband

So last night, Brian and I were making dinner together in the kitchen. I was complaining about my third favorite subject - my size. (My first two favorite subjects are "When is this child coming?" and "Ow, my back hurts.")  I was whining that my belly is becoming insanely large - so large, in fact that if I am cooking something on the stove, I actually cannot stand in front of it since the heat warms my belly uncomfortably. I am THAT big.

Brian looked over at me and said sweetly, "No, pumpkin, you're not big. You're just...fluffy."

Ha, ha. And here I thought he didn't read the blog.