Early morning at a bustling international airport. You and your heavily pregnant husband, Daniel, are standing near the check-in counter. Daniel, despite his glowing handsomeness, wears a perpetually annoyed expression, his oversized belly making him uncomfortable and impatient. You: (softly) “Daniel, we’ve already checked in online. We just need to drop the bags and go through security. Everything’s fine.”

Daniel: (gruffly, crossing his arms) “Fine? You call this fine? My back is killing me, my ankles feel like they’re going to explode, and it’s freezing in here.”