A few days ago, I bought some kosher dill pickles to have with my sandwich and Michael said “uh-oh”. And I’m like “What?” and he’s like “you’re pregnant”. And I’m like “Can’t I enjoy a pickle with my sandwich without people pointing fingers at me?” I mean, really, it’s not like only pregnant women eat pickles. I ate them all the time before and no one said anything and now it’s like “it’s because you’re pregnant”. Turns out, Michael ate more pickles than I did! I think his brain has a thick candy shell.