I was throwing a (pretend) tantrum in the passenger seat on Saturday because I missed my dance class because I got us lost (don’t ask). After whining for a bit, I decided to take my pills and when I popped out the pill for the day, it rolled under the seat, so I whined some more.
m: Wahhhhhhhhhh, wahhhhh, wahhhhh.
j: Do you want me to pull over so we can find it?
m: NO. I’m just going to get pregnant. *POUT*
j: Maki, that’s NOT the best way to deal with a missing pill.
As if HE knows anything about birth control. Psh. Men.
And for the rest of the day, if I needed a reason for anything, I’d say to him, “Oh, it’s because I’m a little pregnant,” to which he once had the gall to reply, “I don’t think ‘pregnant’ is something you are ‘a little’ of.” As if he knows anything about being pregnant.
