Picture this; It’s Sunday night, my fat pregnant ass is sitting on the couch watching TV whining about my lower back pain and swollen sausage feet. While my husband is folding the 4th load of laundry he’s done for the day. Then my wonderful and loving husband said Something.
Something I assume every husband/partner at some point thinks, but never-ever has the balls to say out loud.
“It’s not that bad.” he said with an exaggerated eye roll.
I think it was the eye roll that really did it.
“It’s not easy! You try doing it!” I say whining even louder.
“Honey, I love you, but get your fatass off the couch and help out.” Now, I get it. At this point he had already done all of his laundry, kiddos laundry, my laundry. The dishes – 2 loads. Vacuumed. AND scrubbed the toilet. I get his frustration, after all he works 60 hours a week and has been coming home and picking up all my slack and has been doing it for the past few months. Well, basically since I pissed on that stick and it came up positive.
I pouted. I whined. But I did make a valiant effort to get off my fat ass and start folding some laundry.
Normal husbands would have considered this a win and kept their mouth shut. But this being the first argument the hubs as ever won in 7 years, he decided to push it.
He pushed it right off the everlovin cliff. He continued with gems of wisdom like;
“I could do all this while pregnant.” “Pregnancy is not that bad. You’re just making it sound uncomfortable.” “If I was pregnant, I could do everything normally and not be tired.”
“If you were pregnant?” I said. “Yes, I could do it fine.” he says. I egged him on. “Keep going with ALL the things you could do pregnant.” So he did.
He didn’t realize they made full anatomical pregnancy suits called the Empathy Belly
At this point, I showed him the site – these suits – the price tag is around $700.00. He felt this was a win knowing full well A)we don’t have that kind of money laying around and B) I would never spend that much on one. He started in again about how easy pregnancy was and women just milk it. That he would TOTALLY wear one and blah, blah, blah, just digging that hole deeper.
Jackass didn’t realize that A) I could rent one for $25 for 48 hours and B) That I would make him wear it doing all the things that were SO easy to do pregnant.
I know that everything he was saying was purely frustration based. Like I said, I get it. Now it was time for him to GET it.
I rented the suit.
Stay Tuned for the follow-up posting on both our experiences with the Empathy Belly, complete with pictures.
