If you're cute enough, it's hard to be annoying.

For a pregnant woman in the first trimester, smack dab in the middle of ohmygod my pants won't button and all the Zebra Cakes are gone and my boobs hurt so bad I think I just might punch my bra in the face, it's easy to get on my nerves.

If I have the energy to make the bed, don't get in my way and expect me to smile about it.

Unless, of course, you're this guy, whose protest against my making the bed only made my day better and made me forget, for a fleeting moment, that my pants aren't even pretending they might button.

Step one. What are you doing, crazy throw-up lady? I was about to lie there.
Step two. Watching, waiting, plotting the next move for ultimate comfiness.

Step three. Oh, you did that on purpose? Well I'm just gonna mess it up and lie here anyway. K thanks.