Blame it on the pregnancy.

That’s my excuse for everything these days. I’m sure T.J. is so sick of it, but I told him it’s only going to get worse as I get bigger.

You’re eating another bowl of cereal? I’m pregnant. You have to pee again? I’m pregnant. You’re crying again? I’m pregnant. Why can’t you turn off the light? I’m pregnant.

I’m starting to abuse the excuse, so it is losing credibility. But as Heidi just said,

No one wants to upset a hormonal pregnant lady.