I’m sure by now everyone knows that I’m pregnant… very pregnant. What everyone doesn’t know is that I love to eat and drink everything that is no good for a growing fetus.  My 1st trimester I could not eat anything and keep it down.  I mean nothing, nada, zilch.  By the 2nd trimester I was on my way to recovery, as I like to call it. I could eat food and let me tell ya, I made up for three months of not eating.  I still can’t have seafood (love it), still can’t drink coffee (need it), still can’t do the wine (sneak a glass here and there), shouldn’t do the ice cream and chocolate, but I do (my fat ass proves it). Now that I’m at the end of the 3rd trimester the Doc. is saying “Whooooa Nelly”. Lets slow down on the intake, maybe a trip to the nutritionist is in your near future. What?  I’m not going to diet, that can’t be good for the baby. See how I’m thinking of the baby before me…I’m a good Mom I know what this kid needs.  Besides this is the last one…the last time I will have an excuse to be overweight and can’t diet. BRING ON THE BON BONS!! 

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