Who is in charge here

Once, a long time ago I asked Brent who the boss was, you know, the head of this household. And he said me (meaning him) and I said do you know why you are the boss. He asked why and I said because I let you be the boss. And since that day we tease about this often. While to others Brent and I may seem very boring, we laugh a lot with each other. We find ourselves very entertaining. I'm a pretty funny person and Brent gets this. And sometimes I'm not funny but just ridiculous which we usually laugh about too. Anyways, that is all very off topic.
While Brent is definitely the head of our household I think someone else is already becoming boss. And it's not me. It's this little 5.5-6 inch baby growing inside me. How can it be boss already some may ask. I'll tell you.......it runs my life! Note I didn't say ruins but runs. It tells me exactly when to eat. It wakes me up whenever it feels like it. For example, Brent kisses my bye every morning on my forehead or cheek and every morning it wakes me up. This morning I'd been waking up a lot but Brent gave me the kiss around 7 and I felt the need to eat. I had a rough night sleeping, again, the kids chooses when I sleep too, so I wanted to lay in bed for another 15-20 minutes. No biggie, right? WRONG, as soon as I stood up I had to run to the bathroom! A mad dash. Ugh, I usually don't throw up in the morning. And while I was in there sick, I started talking out loud to this sweet dear little one saying, "Baby, I know we need to eat, but I can't make it to the kitchen if I can't stop being sick......so, please calm down for a minute and mommy will feed you." I swear the kid understood and I was able to go fix some oatmeal for the both of us.
Another way the baby is in charge and I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I don't eat peanut butter any more because the baby decided we don't like it. Say what?!?!?! I use to say if I ever had a kid with peanut allergies it would be hard to choose. That is how much I love peanut butter but now it repulses me.
The baby runs Brent's life too. The kid decides when it's okay for daddy to kiss mommy. The kid decides daddy can't be in the bed with mommy until we are asleep already.
We had an ultrasound this week and the tech said our baby was stubborn. I wonder what side of the family that comes from. The kid refused to give us a good shot of anything and only wanted to be face down and not show us an anatomy. Silly baby, mommy needs you to be good. Or else you may be an only child.