I'll start out by saying I do have a really great husband, but every man sticks his foot in his mouth at some point, right??
On Friday I was feeling huge, hot, fat, and disgusting. Kurt came home from work and asked me where I would like to eat for dinner. Here is how the rest of our conversation went...
Me: I don't want to go to dinner. I feel fat and disgusting.
Kurt: You're not fat and disgusting.
Me: Yes I am! Look, my clothes don't even fit. (I stood up to show him)
Kurt: Just go put on a maternity shirt and we'll go.
Me: This IS a maternity shirt!!
Kurt: Oh...
Needless to say, we went to the grocery store and picked up frozen pizzas for dinner.
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That's hilarious! I remember feeling the exact same way. At one point I looked at my stomach and said, "Please get out!" Oops. :)
poor Kurt. The correct response is always, "you look beautiful." :-)
And you do look beautiful! You just never got to this stage with Ava. :-)
I would like to add Chad's recent comment in response to me saying my ankles were swollen..."you really can't call those ankles, they are cankles."
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