"I'm craving a cheeseburger."
"So let's go get one."
"But, I'm getting so fat. Look at my belly! It's HUGE!"
"It's not so bad, I promise."
"I promise. You look fine!"
"I eat too many sundaes."
That was a conversation I had almost four years ago when I was pregnant with my second son. The conversation was, as you might have expected, was with my husband. The roles, as you might not expect, were reversed.
My husband was suffering from Couvade Syndrome.
In other words, he was pregnant, too.