You were almost ready, putting on your earrings as you glanced over at your husband. He was struggling to button up his shirt, his round belly getting in the way, and his face was a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion. He huffed, tugging at the fabric, muttering under his breath about how nothing seemed to fit right anymore.

“I don’t even know why we’re going to this party. Nothing fits, I’m exhausted, and everyone’s going to stare at this.”

He gestured in frustration toward his large belly.

“I look like I swallowed a beach ball.”