Why They Call Me The Human Vending Machine

I have always loved snacks. Even before I was pregnant, I typically carried a snack with me everywhere I went. In college, I began stocking my purse with granola bars and Wheat Thins in case I got hungry while at the bar. Besides, it totally made me look intriguing, like “Who is that mysterious woman sipping a cosmo and delicately nibbling a Quaker Oats Chewy Chocolate Chunk granola bar?”

Anyways, now that I’m pregnant I literally will not leave my house without a full arsenal of snacks, ranging from apples to almonds to cheese and crackers. I even had to find a new, ginormous sack to bring to work in order to fit all my food.

But seeing that I’ve gone from this…

…to this…

…in the past four weeks, I’m not at all embarrassed by my need to snack. Like I said to Joey as I walked into Blockbuster eating a hot fudge sundae or got a refill of popcorn as we left the movie theater, “I’m pregnant. I can do just about anything with food and get away with it.”

By the way, the first photo is me at 25 weeks and the last one is me at 29 weeks. If you look closely, you can see my belly button starting to pop.

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