My son is about to turn 7, so lately I've been extremely nostalgic. I think back on my pregnancy with him and simply can't believe how much time has passed. That pregnancy wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, though, and while my partner was thrilled to have another child he didn't always make things easier. In fact, there are some downright creepy things my own husband said to me when I was pregnant, but I no longer hold it against him. In fact, more often than not his off-the-wall remarks just made me laugh.
My husband is an only child and was never really equipped with what one would call a filter, so the chances of my darling dearest saying something inappropriate, raunchy, and/or offensive are extremely high. I didn't marry a bad guy, to be sure, or a man who'd intentionally say something that's hurtful or mean. My husband is just... colorful. Outgoing. Unapologetic. It's what I love about him, even if some of his "dad jokes" make me cringe.
For the most part I don't mind his crass sense of humor. After all, his ability to make me laugh out loud is what attracted me to my husband in the first place. But every once in a while his comments crossed the creepy line, and my pregnancy hormones weren't having it.