Gas Giants

It's official. The three most massive objects in the solar system are now the Sun, Jupiter, and my wife... and like Jupiter, my wife can now be officially classified as a gas giant. Those of you who have never experienced pregnancy are now thinking "How could he write something like that about his pregnant wife?!?! What a jerk." The rest of you, those who have experienced pregnancy, are thinking "Ahh... she's into the last two weeks then. Good for her". In the spirit of fairness, according to the "gas output" barometer of pregnancy, I've been in my ninth month since before my wife and I met, so I can't exactly complain. In fact, to be totally honest, it's been a little bit liberating. The new rule in the house, at least until the baby moves out of the majority of my wifes torso and into a baby crib, is "do what you got to do." I think I'm winning.