The final excuse needed
What every pregnant woman wants to hear in the doctor’s office:
“You’ve only gained three pounds! That’s great!”
Eric tried to hide the shock from his face when I came home and told him (thinking, I’m sure, about all the Alpha Bits and sour cream n’ bacon chips and piles of cherries and double-scoop Kawartha Dairy ice cream cone and obscene popcorn and half watermelons and and and that has been consumed the past month), but his eyes widened a bit before he said, “Of course that’s all, my little Shnookums!”
(OK, maybe he didn’t say that last part.)
It’s still very weird to outweigh your husband. I take some comfort knowing he can lift a lot of inert metal plates, so technically should be able to save my rotund frame from a burning building. Maybe even with Lucy and Spencer Dog tucked under an arm. I may be dragging behind them all with my face in the dirt, but at least I’ll survive.
I do believe, however, that with just 10 weeks to go, and a bonus pound I didn’t gain in the last four weeks just sitting there, it might be time to break my own rule and allow some Oreo cookies to enter the house. In fact, I might just buy the regular Oreos, and the Golden Oreos.
Oh, be still my thrashing heart, I am excited. Food: the sex for pregnant women everywhere.
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That’s so funny — I also felt like food replaced sex. .. how good it tasted, or craving something and then getting it!!!
That was awesome. To this day I bake a couple times a week whereas before I’d be hard pressed to even eat cake on my birthday.
I gained over 50% of my body weight when I was pregnant. Ah, I couldn’t care less. 8 months later it is almost all gone and I haven’t even started exercising yet. Such a miracle!