Running -- and thinking -- on fumes

It was bound to happen sooner or later.
I recently was chastised by the pregnant lady for making an unreasonable suggestion given the circumstances and growing circumference.
Last Saturday, we were going to go with my parents to a concert in Minneapolis. It was snowing, the roads were slick -- though not sheer ice -- and it was cold and windy. A classic snowstorm.
Anni asked if we'd be taking her car. If so, it'd need gas.
I was busy trying to get directions to the hall, so I asked Anni: "Do you want to run and get gas?"
There's a gas station a mere mile down the road. It did not seem to me to be an egregious request. Actually, the thought that it could be interpreted as such did not cross my mind.
She quietly said, "No, not really."
Later, it was pointed out that from here on out, such a suggestion is better left, well, unsuggested
"You want your 7 1/2-month pregnant wife to drive in a snowstorm to get gas?!" she asked.
Well, when you put it that way.
Some things are worth debating. Others, not so much.
I got gas.
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UPDATE: Everybody needs an editor, including lowly bloggers. (Actually, most of them could use several editors. But I digress.) After I posted this item, Anni said I left out an important detail that is necessary in order to understand my flawed logic. I actually agree.
The day after the snowstorm/gas fiasco, Anni said she was going to clean the bathroom. According to her, I had a concerned look on my face and asked: "Is that something you should be doing?"
So, there you have it. Should a third-trimester pregnant lady scrub the tub? No. Should she venture out for gas in bad conditions? Yep.