Only, this one's for the men.
Ladies, grab your man...I'm about to explain you to him.
Okay men, pull up a chair...we're gonna have a chat, you and I.
Approximately 2 (ish) weeks after "shakin' hands" with your wife, she will pee upon a little stick with some kind of initials similar to EPT. You will likely have no idea that she's done this.
Instead, the first you will hear about it, you will either be met with one of two expressions: tearful joy or hostile anger (as in the "how could you DO this to me?!").
How you react to those expressions is VERY imperative to your well being. You see, pregnant women are unpredictable (and slightly crazy. HEY! No getting angry. I've been an unpredictable, slightly crazy woman 5 times in my life. 'Member?)
Knowing the sweet, savvy communication skills that you have, you will nail the response perfectly. (Right?)
In the next few weeks, your wife will become rather...green. She will likely send you to the store for something or other that she is certain will make her feel better and calm her roiling tummy.
You will leave, and be no further than the driveway, and she will change her mind.
It is for the benefit of your relationship that you keep your cell phone on your person AT ALL TIMES! when making these emergency "I NEED SOMETHING NOW!!!" runs to the store. If you shall forget your phone in the car, you can bet that she will have called you 31 times, with 31 different requests.
I know this, because I did it once myself. Called 31 times, not forgot my phone in the car. Just makin' that clear...
Now, listen to me VERY carefully when I tell you that you CAN NOT get frustrated with your wife...she's in a delicate state, you know. When you get out to the car and notice the 31 messages on your phone. Just be safe and get every single thing she asked you for in each of the 31 messages.
Then (and this is where you must learn to possess superpowers) attempt to read your wife's mind...and pick up a 32nd item for her. Just in case.
It'll be the wrong thing, but just pick it up anyway.
Now, when you get home, you'll be met with a meek smile and a, "Well, hon...actually, I really want KFC now." And you will bundle your cute little self back into the car and go to KFC.
The next day, she will seemingly feel perfect. Until...*** (she smells something yucky, she eats something yucky, you breathe on her, you say the wrong thing...insert mishap of choice). Whatever it is, it will more than likely be your fault.
Just roll with it. This too shall pass. Eventually. Maybe.
One day (okay, okay...many days) in the coming weeks, you will say something to her...something normal, something not unkind...and she will dissolve into tears. As she is crying her eyes out, she will also be laughing her butt off, because, although she can't help it, she knows she's wee bit crazy at the time.
However, if you do not play your cards right, suddenly the tables will turn, and rather than tears, you will be met with anger. Pure, red, angry anger.
Because you can never do anything right. Even when you do it all right, it's just never RIGHT ENOUGH.
At about this time, the second trimester hits. And, trust me when I say this, you will LOVE the second trimester.
Oh ho ho, YES, my friend. You will LOVE the second trimester.
Sometime near the beginning(ish) to middle(ish) to end(ish) of the third trimester, the insanity starts all over...with the addition of swollen ankles, bad skin, indigestion, sore ribs, aching back, over active bladder, and a blazing inferno coming from the center of her being.
The third trimester isn't maybe the greatest time to, say, ask about going on a guys trip to Vegas, or anything. Just sayin'.
I do promise, however, that this craziness will end. Someday you will get your wife back...the one you love, the one you married because she was so emotionally stable.
Someday, you will. I'm just not sure when, I haven't discovered that part, yet...
Best of luck to ya! ;)