So last night- Sam and I were laying in bed, and I (being in a goofy, playful mood) decided to get up, jump on him, and give him a big ol' hug full of loves.
I hug him for about 15 seconds and all of the sudden he starts to squirm a bit and says: "Aaaah! Your belly's pushing down on my insides and it hurts! I can't breath!"
I had no choice but to get up and give him the biggest "I have no sympathy" face of all time. The situation was just DRIPPING with irony.
I then jumped right back on and smothered him with my big pregnant belly.
I have to admit that his short experience of the discomfort of dealing with a big, round, pregnant belly did make me feel slightly justified and happy on the inside. I mean if I have to deal with a never-ending lack of oxygen in my lungs, constant pressure/pain on my ribs, and the sensation of being squished by someone else 24/7, why shouldn't he have the opportunity to feel the joy of motherhood as well?
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2 comments:
LOL
poor poor sammy. got squished by baby Lady.
heehee!
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