i told him he needs to do something about making this baby commit to being born.
he said, "i know about airplanes, cars and comic books. i dont know anything about babies"
i said, "really? cause you didnt seem to have a problem figuring out how to make one."
then like 20 minutes later i said i am gonna go lay down. i feel like i am gonna die.
he said, "you arent dying. just procreating."
i walked away and laid in the bed. i may have gotten broken up with if i had responded to that one.