excuses of being eight months pregnant

Today we went shopping at the grocery store for some milk, and cereal. On the way home from the store, Rabecca went around a corner really fast in the car, and the milk fell over in the back seat. I jokingly said, "CRAZY DRIVER!" In which she quickly replied, "How else am I supposed to drive? I'm eight months pregnant!" I'm thinking she is using this pregnancy as an excuse for everything, and it was so off subject that it made us laugh at the time. I love my goofy wife.