Proof that God Hates Women

I seem to have entered that fun, final stage of pregnancy where my hormones cause me to sleep more lightly and wake up every hour. I'd really kind of hoped it wouldn't happen this time because I'm more tired anyway, but here it is. Every hour on the hour.

We spent the last few days moving our office from one city to another. Actually, G did most of the moving, I provided emotional support, dusted, and helped pick out the couch.

G: "I hope you're not as tired as I am."
L: "Did you wake up every hour on the hour last night?"
G: (backpedaling furiously) "No, I meant...I know you're more tired than me...I was just saying that I hoped you weren't as tired as I was, 'cause I'm pretty tired..."