I know you may have slept through high school biology, but as it turns out, only the woman gets pregnant. The man, however, sometimes gets a beer belly.
I know that sometimes people claim they use this ridiculous phraseology to indicate that pregnancy is a shared experience between the couple. That explanation neglects the fact that there are perfectly valid alternative expressions that actually make sense.
“We’re having a baby.” Good. “We’re expecting.” A little old-fashioned, but perfectly acceptable. “We’re pregnant.” You are a gigantic douchenozzle fartbrain.
And God fucking help you if you ever say “preggers.” I will cut that fetus out of you with a chainsaw.
I couldn’t agree more with the OP. It drives me crazy when couples say, “We’re pregnant!”
My most hated name for pregnancy, though, is a toss up between preg or prego. I also detest pg. And don’t get me started on DH, DD and DS. Reading those on message boards makes me want to poke my eyes out.
I once knew this man who was a farmer. Part of his income came from an apple orchard that he had. Anyway, this man was raised during the Great Depression and what he would do with the apples that he kept for himself to eat is that he would always start with the apples that were starting to get mushy. This was because you just don’t waste food. Ever.
The sad thing though is that by the time he got to the “good” apples they were starting to turn mushy and bad. So this man lived his whole life without ever having tasted a crisp, delicious apple.
I’m not completely against the sentiment behind the expression, it’s just the people who use it… you can basically hear the annoying whine in their united voices. ‘We’re pregnaaant.’
I’d love to hear from women, though, who have been pregnant and said this along with their husband, or supported him saying it. Did he get an okay beforehand? I feel like, if I were vomiting all day and sitting on a hemorrhoid cushion and watching wistfully while people around me drank, and my guy said ‘We’re pregnant,’ well, it wouldn’t get a pass. But then I’m kind of an asshole, and I don’t imagine the hormones would help.
They’re abbreviations for dear husband, dear son, dear daughter and extremely prevalent on any parenting/pregnancy message board. They make me want to throttle the posters who use them because they sound so…adorable and contrived. Ick.
