Summary
Did I just slap him, kiss him, and then slap him again because I kissed him?
Yes.
And before you judge me, try surviving pregnancy while married to your rich best friend who accidentally became your husband and intentionally became your biggest problem.
I mean sure, I was the one who wanted this baby.
But if Noah gets to say “we’re pregnant” instead of “my wife is carrying an entire human while I emotionally support her with snacks and forehead kisses,” then I get to be dramatic too.
Fair is fair.
Now add mood swings, midnight cravings, emotional breakdowns over baby socks, a husband who thinks pregnant me is somehow even cuter, and families who are way too excited to become grandparents.
Oh, and apparently pregnancy hormones have made our marriage even more chaotic.
Which should honestly be illegal.
One minute I want to cry because he looked tired.
The next minute I want to fight him because he breathed incorrectly.
And somehow this man still looks at me like I hung the moon.
Oops, We’re Pregnant is messy, emotional, spicy, funny, and painfully in love.
Because growing a baby is hard.
But doing it with your best friend?
Way harder. 💛
