At work I sit next to two pregnant women (don’t worry I had nothing to do with it), and other than the wild mood swings and the constant chewing sounds, it’s pretty cool, because they have some kick-ass cravings. Hell yes I want some chocolate covered fried chicken, count me in, that sounds delicious.
They, however, don’t appreciate my unique perspective on things. For instance, they were not fans of the idea of inducing labor by sumo-wrestling each other – first one to squirt a baby loses.