The joke is very much partially true though, which is why it's so fucking funny; learn to handle a pregnant woman, and don't show her this pic. Even bigger of a joke is if you thinking somehow society has advanced beyond the biological minefield that is going on during pregnancy, and you clearly have a leg up on this battle by knowing a pregnant woman or two, because they're all the same, right?. There are massive studies on womens emotions and what happens during pregnancy. Post-Partum stress disorder is huge, and no laughing matter. As much as a joke this is, you do tread on ice if you were to blindly walk up to a woman you are bonded to, who's body is being expanded from the inside, and who's appetite is going through uncontrollable urges, and show her a random pic of some pregnant woman that supposedly lost weight.

We're talking about a stage of a womans life that includes hating colors, sounds, smells or even human beings, with little to no reason and control. Zero control, honestly. They all of a sudden will hate the smell of the collars of your favorite t-shirt from 30 feet away, and demand you quiet your breathing. But thanks for considering a man who understands the war a woman is going through during those 9 months, as a pussyfooter. Good luck being a dick though. I'm 'pussyfooting' my woman all day just to ensure her face has a smile on it, because I've treaded brother.

And then 7 months later, you bring it up and laughs about it, because she had no idea why she felt that way. And you just continue watching that netflix show, knowing damn well you've learned your lesson son, and better not show your game face.