Me: I’m really enjoying our marriage lately, hun.
Him: Awwww. Me too.
*Long hug, then we each go back to our separate projects in the kitchen*
Me: I think it’s because you’re nicer now that I’m pregnant.
Him: No way. You’re the nicer one now.
Me: Mm…I don’t think so. I’m the same, but now you attribute all my negativity as a symptom of pregnancy not a symptom of your wife being mean.
Him: What? No. You’re much more affectionate now and you say things nicer.
Me: Do not!
Him: DO SO!
Me: Nope. Not at all. You’re just less defensive. Which was always the problem to begin with.
Him: Whatever. You’re just less mean–and meanness was the problem
Me: Nope. I’m just as not-mean as ever. AND you’re more doting.
Him: Riiight. Just keep doing what you’re doing.
Me: Fine. You too.
We were cracking up throughout the entire ludicrous argument. Maybe we’re both nicer. But don’t tell him I said that.