This reminds me of a story that's funny only because it's in the past. Seven months into our first pregnancy, my wife and I had visitors from Hungary come and visit us in Florida, so naturally, we had to take them to Disney, pregnant or not.
Everything went fairly well; Regina actually held up with the walking, etc., but I'm sure some of you mothers can relate to the fact that when you're pregnant, you can get ravenously hungry in an instant. We did Epcot one day, and went back to the hotel to rest in the p.m.; we planned to come back to downtown Disney that evening and eat at the Rainforest.
Well, I severely miscalculated the crowds, and when we got to the Rainforest there was a wait of over an hour; no problem; we'll just go back to Epcot and have dinner at Akershus or something . . . . believe it or not, every single sit-down restaurant in Epcot was jam packed and wouldn't take us for hours. Keep in mind that my wife had announced her hunger pangs before we had even gotten to the Rainforest; so when we were turned away at the fourth restaurant we tried at Epcot, she let loose her frustrations on me right there in Morroco, using language so explicit it singed my eyebrows.
I ended up sprinting to Germany and buying her a knockwurst to tide her over until we could get out of there; we finally ate at Bongo's a little later on. All was well at that point, but for awhile there I had feared for my life.
All I know is that I wish I had dared to take a picture of her sitting with her beautiful big belly on a bench in Germany, wolfing down a knockwurst with her fingers, glowering at me with menacing hate for underestimating the power of a child inside her clamoring for something to eat. And with the next shot I would have taken a picture of our relatives, who were wide-eyed with awe at having been exposed to the monumental temper of my lovely Italian wife.
We laugh about it now, but I'll tell you; we're expecting again in October, and she wants to take our little daughter to Disney in June for a week: I'm planning regular meals as carefully as Eisenhower planned the invasion of Normandy!