Stupid questions

You would think that by now I would know better. I mean, I'm a reasonably intelligent guy and I have a full awareness of what my lovely bride is going through. I've been to the doctor, I see the baby magazines and expectant mother books strewn about the house, and yet sometimes even I believe I may be the single most idiotic human being on this planet. Why do I question myself thusly? Because of the thermostat. I foolishly think that empirical evidence should be sufficient to alter the belly's take on a given situation, rather than acknowledge it defines the world as it sees it, all other facts be damned. Take for example last evening, as we prepared to retire to our chambers for the evening the belly said "it's hot in here",now granted it has been unseasonably warm for the past couple of days, and reached a balmy 80 degrees yesterday. Not hot, mind you, but warm and very pleasant. And so, as sleepy time arrived, it was 75 degrees in the house, how do I know it was 75 degrees in the house you ask? Because I looked at the thermostat of course, and that, dear reader was a big mistake. Because I was rendered momentarily stupid, my response to the belly's statement, I went to look at the thermostat. I did this because I was not hot, and sought to confirm my observation by gathering the facts necessary to disprove the hypothesis that it was "hot in here". As I reported the actual temperature to my wifey, hoping she would accept the fact that it was a comfortable 75 degrees, I was met with a look that can best be described as "who is this idiot that has replaced my otherwise dutiful husband, and why is this moron telling me what the effing thermostat says when I have clearly explained THAT IT IS HOT IN HERE AND IT NEEDS TO BE NOT HOT!". Realizing my mistake, recovery being my strong suit, I quickly switched the thermostat from "heat" to "cool" and ran the AC until the belly was comfortable and I was huddled under the blanket. Crisis averted. Now before you judge me with a dismissive chuckle, bear in mind I am doing my level best to not bring rational arguments to bear in these situations, but even I slip up once in a while. With a due date in September, and a hot summer bearing down on the belly, I have begun to fear the future. Take heed, any of you expectant fathers, do not question, argue, persuade, or even plead. The belly wants what it wants, and by God you had better get with the program.