Laughter the Best Medicine

So since laughter is the best medicine -- my husband is the greatest thing ever for both Brandt's and my health, right? For those of you who know him, he certainly keeps me smiling. You can only imagine the ways. This week it's been a pension for singing to me, well-known songs, but he changes the words, and I mean, I had to draw the line last night. True, my ankles and toes swelled up horribly this week, but I still don't think that warrants his comment to Brandt, "Son, did you know you are 'Bloatzart's Third Concerto'?" And then his rendition of Josh Groban's "You Raise me Up" last night when I was attempting to get my swollen feet and belly off the couch and he came over to offer "assistance":

"I'll raise you up, so you can get to be-ed,

I'll raise you up, to walk on swollen feet.

I am strong, but even with my muscle,

to raise you up is really quite a feat."

My only comfort is that he also regularly tells me I don't look almost 9 months pregnant, and that I need to eat more! Why do I have to hear this from everyone right now?