Last night, I was finally comfy in bed, and Frank pushed his arm under my giant maternity pillow.
ME: Uhnnnnnn. [my whiny grunt]
ME: You’re lifting me. I don’t know how you’re lifting me, since I’m a cow, but you’re lifting me.
HE: I’m super-strong.
ME: Not the appropriate response.
HE [laughing]: I can lift massive things!
He’s not even trying to pretend I’m not huge right now. Yesterday, I’m walking through the house…
ME: Ugh, I sound like an elephant stomping through the house.
HE: You have a big baby belly.