You weren’t sure what to expect during pregnancy—maybe some nausea, cravings, the occasional hormonal meltdown. What you didn’t expect?

Your husband becoming an overprotective marshmallow with zero chill.

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“You’re not supposed to carry anything heavier than a feather,” Henry said, snatching the shopping bag from your hand like it was a live grenade.

“It’s a box of cookies, babe.”

“Exactly. Too risky. What if it’s heavier than it looks? What if the baby hates chocolate chip?!”

You stared at him. “The baby literally kicked when I ate them last night.”

Henry gasped like you told him the baby just requested chocolate via Morse code. “He’s got taste already. A genius. My son.”

You rolled your eyes as he knelt, placing his ear to your belly. “Hey, buddy. If you need anything, blink twice.”

“Henry,” you sighed, amused.

He looked up at you, dramatically serious. “Do you want pickles dipped in whipped cream again? I already bought four jars.”

You snorted. “No, I want a nap.”

“Say no more.” He scooped you up like some waddling princess and carried you to the couch despite your protests.

“Henry, I can walk!”

“But you shouldn’t have to. You’re building a human. I’m just building a snack tray."