Some Silly Pregnancy Ptuff

Hey, all! This is one of Sean's semi-annual blog posts. I'm just here to clue you in on some of the oddities of Summer's pregnancy (from a husband's perspective).

1. She is absolutely OBSESSED with baby/pregnancy/motherhood TV shows. If I have to watch another woman deliver a placenta on TV, I'm gonna Unabomb TLC's studios.
2. Summer thinks she is a MONSTER. In her mind's eye, she looks like Shamu, but to date she has gained TWO POUNDS over the course of her pregnancy. Actual Summer quote, only seconds ago: (Stands up and looks in the mirror) "Hey honey, I'm fat and ugly, let's go to the gym!"
3. Angry dreams. I cannot tell you how many times I've been woken up at 3 in the morning by Summer trying to push me out of bed with her tush because I wronged her somehow in dreamland. Apparently in bizarro world, I'm an abusive, philandering misogynist who cheats with Nicole Kidman. Which is categorically untrue. (Except for the Nicole Kidman part).
4. Increased tolerance for...women's softball? No joke, we watched the entire Women's College World Series this year. And Summer has a whole bagful of jokes about college softball players (BYU's, in particular). Yet, somehow, pregnancy has forced her to respect their craft. So now, college softball officially has 2 new fans. (One of whom is the unborn child).
5. Yelling! Summer yells about 97% of her communication to me (or at me) these days. Not because she's mad, just because she has trouble controlling the volume of her voice. I get happy-yelled at, excited-yelled at, mad-yelled at, bored-yelled at, hungry-yelled at...you name it, she's yelled it at me. (By the way, one should never, EVER tell a woman her shoes don't match her outfit, even if she asks. Apparently this is a corollary to the famous "never tell a woman she looks fat" clause of married life).
6. Interestingly, Summer has no specific food cravings at this point. Her only caveat is that we "eat out." Every meal, if possible. I could bring her home a gourmet meal and she would have no desire to eat it whatsoever, but if I microwaved some EasyMac and left it on the floor of Carl's Jr. she'd be all over it like flies on dookie. It's really kind of amazing...I'm not even mad. (Shoutout to Ron Burgundy.)

Those are some of the notable ones. I'd list more, but I gotta go. Summer's yelling at me :)