A couple of weeks ago, I complained to my husband that this hatchling stole my love of food. But not anymore, folks. I love food. I love the freedom that this pregnancy allows. And there’s this strange phenomenon occuring. People want me to eat. Not only do they want me to eat, they encourage it. Everyone brought food to the last writing class and my professor said, “You can eat first. In fact, you can sit right next to the table, if you’d like.” Whenever I went up for more food, he seemed to applaud my eating. How cool is that? What’s even better is that I’ve only gained four pounds since my last doctor’s appointment, so I’ve got about thirty-one more pounds to go.
Free at last.