Pregnancy, as anyone who's been there (or lived with someone who has) knows, comes with a certain... je ne sais quoi of constant, often urgent, communication. Think texts about hunger pangs, exhaustion, and the general existential dread of growing a human.
Most partners just listen, nod, and maybe offer a foot rub. Ethan Lapierre, however, is not most partners. When his pregnant wife, Sarah, kept him updated on her various prenatal struggles via text, Ethan saw not just a cry for help, but raw, unadulterated punk rock lyrics.
So, he did what any truly inspired (or slightly unhinged) spouse would do: he turned her texts into a pop-punk song. Because apparently that's where we are now.
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Start Your News DetoxThe resulting track, which Ethan aptly captioned, "Turned my pregnant wife’s texts into a pop punk song an it’s an absolute banger tbh," features lines like, "I feel like death I am so tired and have a headache and I think I’m hungry but I can’t eat." Another gem: "I’m sorry to complain to you I’m just really dying."
He debuted the masterpiece for Sarah in the car, where she quickly caught on. Her reaction? Pure laughter. And the internet? It collectively declared it "every pregnant woman’s anthem" and an "emo bop" for the ages. Which, if you think about it, is both impressive and slightly terrifying. Someone get this man a record deal and Sarah an extra-large pizza.
