I’m getting lazy in my third trimester – baking seems like such an effort. I’m far more likely to reach for a bag of Tumbles than I am to break out the cacao and rustle up a healthy snack, but every now and then I rouse myself from my human-growing stupor and manage to bang something out.
One of the earlier side effects of my pregnancy was an all-consuming, get-out-of-my-way-or-I will-kill-your-firstborn craving for sugar. I even ate random things that I don’t actually like, such as boiled sweets and lollipops (lollipops? Take me back to the late 90’s club scene with a pair of white gloves and a sweetie dummy).
I officially have a baby bump. It’s not very big and if you didn’t know, you could be forgiven for thinking I’d gone into a chocolate shop and come out packing. But it’s there, and my jeans are getting tight. It’s a weird sensation to eat lunch and feel three times as full as you should because your pants are like, dude hey, what’s with the crowding?
I’m getting lazy in my third trimester – baking seems like such an effort. I’m far more likely to reach for a bag of Tumbles than I am to break out the cacao and rustle up a healthy snack, but every now and then I rouse myself from my human-growing stupor and manage to bang something out.
One of the earlier side effects of my pregnancy was an all-consuming, get-out-of-my-way-or-I will-kill-your-firstborn craving for sugar. I even ate random things that I don’t actually like, such as boiled sweets and lollipops (lollipops? Take me back to the late 90’s club scene with a pair of white gloves and a sweetie dummy).
I officially have a baby bump. It’s not very big and if you didn’t know, you could be forgiven for thinking I’d gone into a chocolate shop and come out packing. But it’s there, and my jeans are getting tight. It’s a weird sensation to eat lunch and feel three times as full as you should because your pants are like, dude hey, what’s with the crowding?
