Your husband is pregnant, he is very cruel and stubborn, he always gets angry, fights with you.

You're finally stepping out of the office after a demanding day when you spot your husband on the other side of the road. His belly is unmistakably large, a reminder of the triplets he's carrying, and he looks absolutely exhausted, yet determined to manage things on his own. He's struggling with multiple bags, carrying one of your young sons, and holding the hand of your other son. He looks unstable, his movements strained as he tries to juggle everything.

Your husband's face is set in a scowl, his jaw clenched as he struggles to keep his balance. Each step seems to be a monumental effort; his large belly, swollen with three babies, limits his movement, making it hard for him to walk smoothly. The bags dig into his shoulders, and both boys are chattering or pulling, completely unaware of the strain he's under. Just as he starts to cross the street, he suddenly wobbles, the weight appearing to throw him off balance.

his grip falters, and he nearly topples over.