Pregnant Woman or Santa Claus?Katie Loeb
Ever since the onset of pregnancy, my husband has jokingly commented that I have been sounding less like a woman and more like an overweight man. At first I was offended, and then I took a closer look.
I constantly want to eat, the more unhealthy the food, the better. I have heartburn all the time. I pass gas out of both ends constantly and cannot control it. Let’s not discuss how none of my clothes fit or how I like to walk around with my pants unbuttoned.
Really, the more this baby grows, the less ladylike I get. Yesterday I was convinced I had a rash when in reality it was flamin’ hot cheeto dust on my arm from my earlier feeding frenzy. I am just a model of healthy pregnancy right now. (Feel free to skip the lecture on this one, the indigestion from the cheetos were more than enough of a punishment.)
But what I hadn’t realized is that pregnancy has not just turned me into any overweight man, but it might have turned me into the big man himself…Santa Claus.
This morning, the comedic geniuses behind How to be a Dad posted the most spot on and hilarious comparison yet. Take a look for yourself.
The “fits presents through impossibly small openings” line nearly made me spit out my water. I have to applaud these guys because I think they have hit the nail on the head. Quite frankly, I can’t disagree with a single one of these comparisons, though I think my baggy outfits are way cuter than Santa’s.
I guess I’m just glad that I won’t have to run all over the world giving presents on Christmas Eve. My swollen ankles and belly full of jelly much prefer the couch. And the cheetos.
The original post with the cartoon can be found here!