Should you...?

I must preceed this entry with the statement - I love my hubby more than life itself, but the dude can drive me crazy.

Mr. Oh knows me very well and as a result knows not to use certain phrases in my presence. For example, any phrase that starts off, "You can't..." results in me doing the absolute opposite of his statement as a way of waving the one-finger flag at the world and shouting "Oh, yes I can!".

As a work around, he's plagued me with the incredibly passive aggressive question that starts off with "Should you..."

Should you still be exercising? Should you be drinking wine? Should you be eating that? Should you be working late? Should you be playing Wii? And the list goes on and on.

For the most part, I've let his questions roll off my back. As annoying as they're becoming, I know they're coming from a good place. But, I've found, others don't have the virtue of patience I was granted (I say this sarcastically as I have an incredibly short patience fuse).

The other night we went out to celebrate with some friends - I'm a Grad graduate (yea). And, to honour the momentous occasion I wanted a Prosecco Bellini. After confirming with the bartender that the only alcohol content was the wine-based Prosecco, I placed my order. As she prepped my drink, I stepped away.

When I returned Mr. Oh shared with me that he tried to tame the bartender, asking her to go easy on the Prosecco. As an explanation, he then "whispered" to her that I was pregnant (you know, because pregnancy is something like crabs or other socially-crippling disease that it should be whispered!)

Her snarky response: "Yea, I know" and continued to let the Prosecco flow. My hero!