"I'm gonna miss the belly a little bit."
"Really? Why's that?"
"Because it's adorable and you're taking a little piece of me with you where ever you go."
This is a conversation I had with R. Seriously, could he be any sweeter?
Too bad, ladies, he's mine. I've got the enormous preggo belly to prove it...and to keep him hypnotized, apparently.
|It's just like this, except I waddle back and forth with my shirt pulled up saying, "Stare deep into what remains of my belly button. Deeeeeep." (source)|
And, just so you don't leave this post with an unbalanced perspective on our relationship, here's another recent conversation.
Setting: Kohl's Department Store
Me (whining): And I want to get more shorts. These are the only shorts that fit me and I've never been thrilled with them.
R: That's fine. You can get new shorts.*
*Note: No, I do not have to ask permission. I just need someone to convince me that it's acceptable to spend money on myself because I am weird like that. Anyway, back to the story.
Me: There's shorts over here.
R (laughing): Of course you find shorts that are basically yoga pants.
Me: I could kill you in your sleep.
R: I love you.