While last week Brian referred to me in my mostly naked, yet support-hose-clad body as someone who looked like a “circus performer” that should have been on a “tight rope,” this morning, he addressed my pregnant physique a little differently.
Brian: “Look at you! You’re so ‘belly-fied’!”
Me: “I know. *Noticing his silly grin as he stared and stared.* …You like this?”
Brian: “Yeah. It’s so cute. I’m gonna get you pregnant again next week!”
*He rubs my belly.*
Brian: “It’s like a little basketball!”
Me: “I can arrange that without the baby inside.”
Brian: “No, it wouldn’t be the same.”