Now that I am only 1.5 weeks away, my body is clearly not my own. I have this layer of fat all over, which although makes me feel sluggish and *ahem* not so sexy, I can somehow think of it as good. I know that most of this fat will be channeled into the milk and will help produce a nice fat little baby. And of course, there’s the huge belly that I often underestimate and bang into doors, tables, and Caleb’s head. I have up until recently tried to eat sensibly. But lately, I find myself having thoughts like “Well, I’ve only got a few more weeks of having an excuse to indulge. Might as well take advantage.” or “I’ve already gained so much, what’s another 5 pounds?”
So, at night, instead of having one or two pieces of See’s candy for dessert, I have three pieces… and a mochi ice cream… and a big bowl of watermelon… and a popsicle. And last night, I ate a foot long sandwich at Subway, instead of my usual six inch sub. Shane didn’t think I’d finish it. But, I did.