Actual Conversation between myself and my husband

As he's watching season II of the Tudors, compulsively and obsessively, getting through 15 episodes in three days...

Me: I can't believe you can deal with the historical inaccuracies enough to get into this show.

Him: (Eyes not moving from the screen, also obsessively eating clementines, killing a box in two days) I'm French by heritage, remember? It's my birthright to know as little about the English as possible. I wouldn't know it was inaccurate if they had aliens come down.

Me: They haven't gotten to the part about the Loch Ness monster yet?

Him: Shutup.

Throws orange peels at me

next time I want to have a baby

please remind me of the gas pain so violent it makes me wish I could vomit that always arrives in late pregnancy for me.

I've spent from roughly 1am-4am burping non stop, wishing I could puke, the last several nights in a row no matter what I eat. Oh and I don't know if gas-x is helping. If it's not, I'd probably be in the hospital.

Ugh.