Poor Hubs is sick as a dog, and battling (among other symptoms) digestive gurgling. He's also recovering from a Tough Mudder competition over the weekend, and looks sore everywhere...on top of flu achiness.
Me: You poor thing; you look as awkward as I do lately, trying to maneuver yourself to get comfortable.
*LOUD TUMMY RUMBLE*
Hubs: I think I might have a baby kicking around in here, too.
