Pregnant and SO out of shape (having previously been the epitome of fitness) and I just lost my rag with DH for mentioning his friend and how fit and energetic she is. He meant gym type of fit, not 90s rude boy “phwoar that bird’s so fit”.
Poor man has never been anything but adoring of my newfound shape (potato. I am potato shaped), and supportive of me sitting on the sofa and eating.
But I may have reacted as if he’d bedded this woman and hung the bedsheets on our washing line as proof.
I apologised and all was fine but please share your unreasonable pregnancy stories.