Indulging the Inner Fat Ass

It's been awhile since I've last posted something in this blog. Just had more important things to do such as sit and watch TV, read a multitude of baby-related books where I won't remember a damn thing by the time the Lil' booger is born, and trying to maintain my sanity.

One thing that I have noticed since I got knocked up by Senor Super Sperm is people want to keep shoving food in your face. Before Triple S and I decided to bring a third into the picture, I decided that when we got pregnant that I would not want to be one of those women who uses the excuse that she is eating for two to justify an extra serving of cake. Heck, by the second trimester you're only suppose to eat an extra 300 calories a day. That's it!

Now that we're 27 weeks into this, I can say I have been really good by sticking to the 300 calories, but I do have my moments. This is what I have been referring to as "indulging the inner fat ass." We all have that little voice that prods us to eat the extra cookie, order a double cheeseburger with fries, take an extra scoop of ice cream. Normally, you can suppress this voice because you know better. When your pregnant it's a whole different deal. The little voice turns into a bull horn and you have the uncontrollable urge to indulge the inner fat ass. So instead of giving Triple S a hard time for ordering 4 boxes of Girl Scout cookies from his boss, all I could say is that they wouldn't last the weekend once they crossed the house threshold. You can fight the voice and you must indulge the inner fat ass.