Reason # 6 why papa Rob is done w/this pregnancy

Because in addition to
1. Having to wake up early to bring me breakfast in bed to help alleviate the morning sickness
2. Having to do all the heavy lifting (and now anything that requires bending over)
3. Listening to me gripe (about things like not being able to bend over)
4. Not sleeping from my sleep grunting, middle of the night pee breaks, & tossing & turning
5. Hormonal crying fits
(and these are only the ones I can think of. I'm certain if you asked him, he could think of at least 6 more)
I'm pretty sure he's tired of attempting to answer my stupid questions. Like:
Mama G: What if I don't know I'm in labor?
Papa Rob: I think you'll know

MG: What if our kid is ugly?
PR:  That won't happen. At least, we won't think he/she is ugly.

MG: What if I don't know how to take care of a baby?
PG: You figured out how to take care of Wallace, and he's still alive, so I'm sure you'll figure it out.

MG: (after looking at pictures shot head-on, not a flattering angle for a pregnant woman) Am I really that big?
PG: You're not big everywhere, you just have a big belly (we learned this is NOT an appropriate answer)

He's pretty patient & managed to think quickly (except for that last question), so at least I know someone will be prepared when Squishy asks where babies come from or "why is that man so fat" in the grocery store...