When I imagined having a pregnant wife, I had certain expectations about how it would play out, probably built from all the movies I’m constantly watching instead of living in reality. I imagined us binge eating shitty food for nine months, for example. For some reason, I figured we’d eat a lot of pickles. Like straight from the jar, like we were trying to win some sort of pickle-eating championship or some shit.
Yes.....Listen to your Mother!!!!!!!