So yesterday a patient’s husband – who knows I am pregnant – says “You’re getting fat.”
When is that ever okay to say to anyone, pregnant or no?!?
I managed not to punch him in the throat, which I thought was really admirable of me.
Granted this is the same person who told me last week that the DreadBrewer doesn’t really want another daughter. He wants a son, he just doesn’t know it yet and won’t until he gets one and realizes how much more awesome sons are.
When he told me that, I managed not to karate chop him on behalf of his daughter, which I also thought was admirable of me.
What is it about pregnancy that brings out the stupid in other people?
I’ve got to deal with 5 more months of stupid? Sans vast quantities of beer?
God help us all.