"You're not sexy, you're pregnant!"
Such were my husband's words to me when I put on my favorite pink sweatshirt
I guess he thought I was showing too much pregnancy cleavage. Actually his exact words were "You're not sexy Kat, you're pregnant Kat!".
Even he knew that one came out badly and hopefully not how he meant it, but I changed the shirt anyway that night.
But yesterday I decided to wear it anyway because A) I'm mad at Dr. Oliver right now and B) It's only going to fit my belly for about another week or so.