I ate a pint of Haagen Dazs. I ate the entire can of Pringles. The baby would be happy with a glass of lowfat milk or a couple of saltines. I know that. My friends know that.
Every woman knows it.
I've been pregnant for a total of 14 months, and I've never been able to convince him to run out to buy either baby a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos . I've always liked Flamin' Hot Cheetos, but now that I'm a belly-sporting second trimesterette, I pretend that I crave them. My husband won't bite, but my best friend showers me with 99 cent Big Grab Bags from 7-11. I eat them as fast as she can bring them to me, but I can't really tell you why. To be honest, they're quite vile.