Hey, this is Brian.
Yup, the husband-of-a-pregnant-blogger-Melissa Brian.
I’m here to school all the partners of pregnant ladies so that they get through the experience relatively unscathed.
Can you believe Melissa actually let me on here to write my very own post?
Yeah, neither can I…because this is Melissa, and I am writing this from Brian’s point of view with his general oversight and mild approval. Learn from these tales, my friends.
I decided to wait to eat breakfast on this lovely Sunday morning, opting for brunch instead. Of course, Melissa wolfed down two bowls of cereal and about ten lemon poppyseed muffins before I even got out of bed, so I figured she’d be good for a while.
I walk into the room with my beautifully prepared brunch and I see that she’s on her computer. I sit down next to her. She looks up expectantly. “What’s that?”
I paused, realizing my mistake too late. Could I still get away? Maybe I could pretend that I didn’t hear her.
I faced my fate head-on: “Uh…it’s a sandwich. Made with this delicious bagel, pesto, lettuce…and from diseased deli meat and unpasteurized cheese.”
At Melissa’s rageful silence, I got up and backed away slowly, and once I was a safe distance away, I threw another muffin at her for good measure.
The Hangry Plan
Pregnant ladies have gold medals in being hangry, so Melissa and I have learned to try and plan for the worst when we go out shopping or to run some errands. We bring water and snacks, and we also conjure up contingency plans, especially since she’ll be less able to run and defend herself in the event of a zombie apocalypse breaking out mid-outing.
For this particular outing, I wanted to go clothes shopping, and I gave Melissa the option of staying home, but she insisted on getting out of the apartment.
Melissa: “If I get hangry, just drop me at Cinnabon.”
Me: “You mean when you get hangry.”
Me: “And we may have to think of somewhere else, because they went out of business.”
Wide-eyed, panicked Melissa: “What?!”
Me, making sure I was more than an arm’s length away: “Ha, just kidding. You totally believed me!”
Melissa: “You are dead to me.”
The Sperm Whale
We’re at the doctor’s office, and Melissa has some fetal heart monitors strapped to her belly to check some things out. Everything was awesome, and when they took the monitors off, they had made two round impressions on her very pregnant belly.
As Melissa was getting dressed, I giggled.
Me: “Nothing, it’s just that you reminded me of a sperm whale.”
Melissa, her tone of voice flat-lining: “…a whatnow?”
Me, as I point to her belly: “You know, the sperm whale surfaces and the squid has been attacking it, and you can see where the squid’s suction cups were stuck to the whale.”
Melissa: “And that makes me a sperm whale?”
Me: “…a small, cute one!”
Melissa: “You know what else sperm whales can do?”
And without waiting for an answer, she sat on me.
The Jungle Cat
It’s 6 in the morning, and Melissa got up with me because she couldn’t sleep, so she was naturally hungry again.
But also because she loves me madly and couldn’t bear to miss seeing me off to work. As you recall from previous blog posts, it’s my responsibility to feed the meowing, howling cat at this time of day.
After spending a few minutes in the bathroom doing disgusting boy things, I entered the kitchen and threw some kibble in the cat’s bowl. The howling stopped, replaced by sounds of frantic gulping as she turned all of her attention to her food bowl. I looked up and realized that my cat and pregnant wife mirrored each other – each were hunched over their food in intense focus, like jungle cats tearing their fresh prey apart. Melissa even had on adorable cheetah print skivvies.
Foolishly, I reached over and patted Melissa’s bum. “You’re like a cheetah!” I told her. And then I growled for good measure.
Melissa looked up from her peanut butter and jelly topped onion bagel. “Huh?!” she said with her mouth full.
I pointed at her underwear and growled again.
She looked down and then quickly looked back up. “Yeah, I can’t see what underwear I am wearing from this angle. Thanks.”
“Well…it looks fabulous!”
And then I threw another muffin and ran away.