Come be a fly on my wall

I know we have all wished at one point or another that we could be a fly on the wall. Not sure if any of you have wanted to be a fly on MY wall, but today you get to. This is what just transpired in my house.

An hour or so before this conversation takes place I am stressing out, trying to decide on a tittle for my book. Then, this happens-

My husband, Zack says, "Whats the matter?"

"I'm depressed!" I say with the frowniest face you ever did see.

"Why?"

"I don't know!!" I whine. "I just have so much on my mind, and I am so worried, but I am trying not to think about it so I have shoved it all down, so I don't even know what is depressing me!" I say while flopping dramatically onto the counter with my arms over my head. Then through my arms my muffled voice continues. "And because I am depressed now I am craving sugar. Candy and cupcakes and mmmmmmm" I moan pathetically.

There is silence for a second before my husband says, "I think we should call this book, 'the baby you never delivered' (large pregnant pause while my husband waits for me to get his joke) "because" he continues "you are acting just like your pregnant. Depressed for no reason, craving food…….

He was RIGHT!! Poor man has had a 'pregnant wife' for months! Lucky for him, I still had a sense of humor despite the pregnancy symptoms and I laughed, and laughed… and laughed. It was actually very helpful for the blues.

'The baby I never delivered'….. has a ring to it don't you think?