It is now a fact: The growing size of my belly is inversely proportional to the filter on my mouth.
Example #1:
Man: How's the baby doing? Still kicking lots?
Me: I hope so. It's either that or I'm really gassy this morning.
Example #2:
Woman: So, have you found out what you're having yet? Boy or girl?
Me: Nope, we're not finding out.
Woman: Well, I guess that'll be okay.... (REALLY?! Who says crap like that?)
Me: Well, dear, you're damn right that'll be okay because that's WHAT WE'RE DOING.
*awkward silence....*
Oh, that last one made me laugh out loud. Like, really hard.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have a delightful pain scale for you to print off and take to the hospital with you. I just have to remember where on the internet I found it. Wish me luck.