So I’m sitting in my office working on my computer when my 7-month pregnant wife comes in and says, “I’m big, aren’t I?”
Immediately, internal alarm systems went off – ‘Don’t answer that question!!!’
I initiated selective-hearing in hopes that the question would just go away. ‘Just keep starring at your computer!’
Kelly persisted, “Don’t you think I’ve gotten big?”
‘D’Oh!’
All I could think to say was a very weak, “Birth is beautiful . . . ?”
Luckily she was in a good mood and didn’t notice the sweat beads on my forehead . . . just 76 more days!
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