Me to C.: “My feet hurt. Please rub my feet.”
Him: Approximately 30 seconds of silence.
Me: More sternly, “Please rub my feet.”
Him: “Feet are gross. You even think feet are gross.”
Me: “My feet are clean! I just got out of the shower. And I’m pregnant and my feet hurt. And I can’t reach them. Other husbands rub their pregnant wives’ feet. PLEASE.RUB.THEM.”
Me: “Ok. Fine. I’m going to write all about you on my blog.”
Who says you can’t reason with a pregnant woman?