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Also, your beloved will want to be held by you, but sex is out of the question. Don’t ask, don’t try, and whatever you do, don’t say something like “Its been a week since we had sex.” (The neighbors now know more about our love life than they’d like. Of course, their fucking knocks pictures off one of our walls, so we’re even.)
And there are the tits. They will be bigger. Don’t touch them, at all, unless invited.
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You will also be making the late night run to Taco Bell for a Grilled Burrito and then swing by the local convenience store for a pint of Haagen Daz Butter Pecan ice cream. She will be making this menu request from the bathroom as she is heaving her guts out. Don’t dare to question the request. I was told, “Well, my stomach’s going to be empty soon and I’ll be hungry.” :rolleyes:
You’ll also rub cooling peppermint lotion on her sore, tired feet and cocoa butter on her stretch marks, usually at 3 AM. You will never be allowed to touch the thermostat. You will agree with any names she comes up with. You will agree with her that Hallmark commercials are touching. You will reassure her every day that she is the most wonderful, beautiful, terrific and lovely woman in the whole wide world and that there is no place you would rather be than with her.
And, on the day of the delivery, you will be calm, reassuring and supportive as she tells everyone in the delivery room that you are the biggest asshole since time began. You will not respond when she swears in 15 different languages, including some that have not been heard outside of 3rd century Mongolia. You won’t make a sound when she grabs your hand and squeezes your fingers until your pinky literally snaps (I’m not kidding, folks). If she says that you will never have sex with her again, do not attempt to argue with her.
Because this woman you love is picturing the dining hall scene from Alien and is blaming you for every moment of discomfort that she has gone through. You have no right to complain, even jokingly, while she is pregnant, about what you are going through. Unless you are willing to have an umbrella rammed up your tallywacker, have someone pop it open and then yank it back out, you have no right to gripe. Instead, you will do everything for her, care for her every need, and treat her like a queen.
And the whole time, you will think, “Oh, thank you God for making me a man!”