Bryan and I were sitting on the couch--he on the computer, and me with one of my pregnancy books. I was reading about the 29th week of pregnancy and it showed a picture of what the little chicken looked like, so I showed him. Bryan stopped clicking on the computer and was flipping ahead to see what was to be expected in the coming weeks. After a while his face went very somber and he turned to me and said:
"You're going to get your ass kicked in the next few weeks. I'm so sorry."
I know honey. I know.