Our partners can, sometimes, get the rough end of the deal when pregnancy symptoms and side effects hit. It's so much easier to take things out on the ones you love the most, while managing to hold it together for distant friends and colleagues. In fact, when I was pregnant, there was a growing group of people I loved more than my partner. Those people were giving me just what my big ole' pregnant self needed, at the specific moment I needed it, and they didn't have to put up with any of my nonsense for the rest of the day (mostly because they were strangers or I was paying them, but I digress).
In the late stages of pregnancy I had some diva moments for sure, and my poor husband took on what can only be described as the duties of a butler. He fetched me things, made dinner, and generally took care of the big baby I had become. He was also on duty to bend down and pick things up that I had dropped past the horizon of my growing belly that were, therefore, lost forever without his assistance.
If he was my servant, then I was one very unforgiving lady of the manor. Yes, I can (and will) blame it on the hormones and the general grumpiness that sometimes accompanies those last few days and weeks before your baby arrives, but I wasn't always all sunshine and rainbows. So, honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't mind that I had fallen in love with the following people: