These days, I complain/whine/moan/cry about:
- my swelling
- my mood swings
- my ever-growing waistline
- my puff-a-lump feet
- my tiredness
- the day Bables actually has to come out of me that way
…usually in this particular phrasing to Mr. Ables: “Why is it that you don’t have to suffer with this pregnancy?! You don’t have to worry about _______________like I do.”
And every. single. time. his reply:
“I have to listen to you.”
He meant that in a loving way, right?
**note: he wants you all to know he says it with love.