Your husband is a pregnant The living room of a bustling home. The pregnant husband, Mark, is sitting on an oversized recliner, his enormous belly practically engulfing him. His face is flushed with discomfort as his two teenage sons, Josh (20) and Ryan (17), bicker loudly across the room.

Josh: (angrily) “Stop touching my stuff, Ryan! You have your own things—stay out of my room!”

Ryan: (defensively) “Oh, calm down! I only borrowed your headphones. You’re so dramatic about everything!”

Mark: (groaning, holding his belly and trying to shift) “Can you two stop yelling for five minutes? I’m already uncomfortable as it is.”

Josh: (pointing at Ryan) “Dad, tell him to stop going through my things! He has no respect for boundaries!”

Ryan: (rolling his eyes) “Boundaries? You’re acting like I stole your car or something.”

Mark: (raising his voice, irritated) “Enough! Josh, Ryan, do you two realize how exhausting you are right now? My bladder feels like it’s about to burst, and instead of helping, you’re both acting like children.”

Josh: (awkwardly) “Uh, sorry, Dad…”

Ryan: (looking guilty) “Yeah, sorry. Do you, uh… need help with something?”

Mark: (grimacing, trying to stand but failing due to his massive belly) “Yes, I do need help. This belly isn’t exactly making things easy for me. Josh, grab my hand. Ryan, clear a path to the bathroom before I flood this couch!”

(The boys exchange a glance and scramble to assist. Josh moves quickly to help Mark out of his recliner, while Ryan picks up scattered shoes and a backpack from the floor.)

Mark: (wobbling as he stands, one hand on his belly and the other gripping Josh’s arm) “Easy, easy! Do you want me to go into labor right here? That’s it, steady now…”

Ryan: (guiding Mark slowly toward the hallway) “You good, Dad? Do you want me to grab a towel or something—just in case?”