One husband for sale.

We went out to dinner Saturday night with another couple.

We always enjoy our dinners out... childless.

It gives us time to be... ummm... adults.

On the way to dinner, a conversation about birth began. (My best friend is preggo. That is why we started talking about giving birth.)

"It's terrible. It's not something you want to do on a day to day basis"

"What can you compare it too?"

"Nothing. Giving birth. That's the only way to describe it. It hurts like a S.O.B."

Ryan: "OH! It doesn't hurt!"

The whole car decided to get quiet.

I think that they knew it was best to not add fuel to my fire.

I saw steam come out of my ears, nose, mouth.

It was on.

I started sweating.

"When you decide to push a cantaloupe out of you, come talk to me. I pushed a freaking watermelon out of me. A watermelon! Have you ever held a watermelon?"

My fun night was over. O.V.E.R. Over before it even began.

Jerkface.

I will not repeat the rest of the conversation. Just know, it was taken care of.

P.S.- If you find my husband for sale on CraigsList, you know why.