It's terrible but I do like to tease and wind my husband up.
After enjoying a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream I was feeling a bit bloated. It's also that time of the month.
"Honey can you put your hand on my tummy." I ask. For some reason this always soothes my tummy cramps so I hoped it might help me feel better now.
My husband sweetly obliged but then he wondered, "Why have I got my hand on your tummy?"
Now for some reason, I can't give a straight answer so instead of the truth I say, "I was feeling fat and thought it'd be more fun to pretend I'm pregnant"
"That's stupid" he says.
"Well you're stupid for playing along too." I say.
He quickly pulls his hand away.
"What's wrong?" I ask. "Don't you have an imagination?"
"No."
"Don't worry," I giggle to myself mischievously. "I'm imaging it's not your baby."
"It is my baby." he pulls me over for a big cuddle and a nice warm hand for my period pain. Turns out he does have an imagination after all. I win! He he!
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