Here's a question for you...

Why, oh why, do women ask stupid questions to their men? Questions like "Do I look fat?", "Does my ass look big in these jeans?" and the like are irrelevant and put the men we are asking into very uncomfortable positions.

And, let's be honest, do we really care what their responses are? We've already formulated an answer in our head and no matter what he says - or how he says it - there will be little persuading us. If we think we look bloated, there's no convincing us otherwise.

As such, I've usually spared Mr. Oh such questions. That was until this past weekend.

We were having a wonderfully relaxed Saturday. Before settling onto the sofa for a movie, I excused myself to relieve my bladder (yet again). On my way back to the sofa, I glanced at my burgeoning profile in our full-length bedroom mirror. Disgusted by what I saw, I turned the question to Mr. Oh: "Do you still think I'm sexy?"

Now, this is not a question that I have ever asked of him - I guess I've never needed to. But, lo and behold, there the question hung in the air. While the question surprised me, Mr. Oh was stunned. It read all over his face as he tried desperately to first understand where the question came from and then how to appropriately answer. After some hesitation, he said "Well, yeah. But, different than before."

Really - the best he can do is "different than before"?! Is he kidding? For months he's watched me weigh myself daily and measure my girth weekly; wince as I squeeze into pre-prego clothing and howl that I have nothing to wear every single day. He had to of seen this coming. Shouldn't he have seen this coming? If not this particular question, something similar?

Was it too much for me to ask to have him say, with such resounding confidence that would make me weak in the knees, "Yes, li you are still the sexiest thing on Earth." As far fetched as that reality is - I know I look like I swallowed a bowling ball and my thighs make a sticky swishing noise when I walk - would it really have killed him to lie to me? I know he's lied to me before; why couldn't he do it now?

To make matters worse, instead of trying to take back what he said, he attempted to explain what he meant. Shocked and with tears welling in my eyes, all I could hear was the sound of dirt being shoveled as he dug himself deeper and deeper into sh!t. Without another word, I turned on my heels and retired to bed. Smart enough, Mr. Oh followed to witness my first full-fledged emotional breakdown. Yes, for the first time in my living memory, I cried myself to sleep for no reason whatsoever.

So, this is what hormones can do to you!? I just hope Mr. Oh is prepared for the next bout.