Call me a tool then, because in my house, WE sure were pregnant. WE couldn't sleep. WE ate at all hours of the night. WE craved ice-cream. WE felt sick about getting annoyed, or annoyed about getting sick together. WE had to stop to go to the bathroom every few minutes. WE struggled with names. WE got tired of advice. WE wanted to faint during delivery. WE gained severals pound coming back from the maternity. WE cared deeply about breast-feeding, although in slightly different ways...