You know, Nick would be a gazillion times better at being pregnant than I am.
We've discussed it repeatedly, and he agrees every time.
It's not that I'm terrible at it. I'm just more bitchy more often. And I don't sleep very well. And, well, I just feel so so waddly, so uncomfortable, so, just, ugh, so much of the time. Plus, I had plenty of range of mood before this - it's not like I was ever lacking in that department.
Nick, however, would be an ideal candidate for gestating a big ole baby.
He's enormous, so he has all kinds of room to carry it without squooshing his organs. In fact, he's big enough that he would probably still barely show at this point.
And he doesn't freak out about weight gain. It doesn't seem to lower his self-esteem one bit.
Also, his stomach is where he carries his weight anyway. So he probably wouldn't need to buy new pants. He could probably keep wearing his shirts and regular suits for most of it.
OK, so towards the end he might need stretchy maternity shirts and jackets. And his tie would stick out pretty far. But I think that would be it in terms of apparel.
Plus, all that gas at the beginning? He wouldn't be horrified. Rather, he'd be all, "Hey, pull my finger!" every 3 minutes. And then be all proud.
Instead of being appalled by how much he was eating, he'd revel in it. He'd definitely push the whole eating-for-two to its limit and totally enjoy the ride.
Beyond that, and maybe most importantly, he is just so much more even-tempered than I. Even with mood swings, he'd probably still maintain a mostly positive disposition. He wouldn't complain half as much. Or a tenth.
In fact, he might not complain at all. He doesn't really tend to. I don't quite get it, but he doesn't.
He'd just be all, "Yeah, I'm pregnant," and then get on with his day.
Yes, I have given this a great deal of specific thought.
As I said, if only.