I am 9 months pregnant.  I can’t brush my teeth without having to lay down and rest afterwards.  I can’t burp without having my stomach try to empty itself.  I have such pressure on my hip bones that it feels as if I’m grinding them away just by walking.  This is without bringing into consideration the hormones rushing through my system.  These things are not condusive to a sense of humor at this time.

Now.  If someone makes a stupid comment or joke to me, I will not have the patience for it.  I will bitch about it.  Who will I bitch to, you ask?  Ben of course.  Do you think Ben enjoys listening to me go on a rant for extended periods of time over a pathetic, stupid attempt at humor?  No.  So why do you choose to punish poor Ben?

I do not tell Ben who he can and can’t be friends with.  I do bitch greatly about the friends that get on my nerves.  He can still hang with them all he wants, just not at my house.  I also encourage Ben to call and keep in touch with the friends who don’t aggravate me.  As Melf can attest, Ben is not that hot on taking the initiative with these things.

The question to ask yourself before you make a stupid comment to a 9 month pregnant woman is, Do I want to be maligned, or would I like for Ben to be encouraged to hang with me?  Am I Ben’s friend?  Will this stupid comment make him suffer?

I will remember those who caused suffering for Ben.  I do not take responsibility for my actions at this time.