Maybe it was the horrid day at work that made me repress stress with food. Maybe it’s just baby + water retention. But I practically inhaled tonight’s dinner (tiger prawn linguine with spinach, capers, salmon and chilli). And I now have a massive belly that looks positively bulbous.
Which, of course, made me hit the interwebs to figure out if
- other 13 week olds can look as bulbous as I do tonight
- other bellies fluctuate as drastically as this – Roseanne Barr one day, Twiggy another
- someone has made a proper weight-gain chart for pregnant women.
Work stress. Everyone has it, but coupled with hormones, perpetual hunger pangs and general inexperience with how big/small you should be at which stage, it’s sometimes harder to judge. I suspect the old habit of “finishing everything on my plate” kicked in tonight and as if on autopilot, I steadily steamed through the whole dish while mulling over today’s work incident and getting crosser and crosser. Aussie helpings are ridiculously large – always. And I really should have been paying more attention.
But I didn’t. So now I look like Mother Christmas.
That will teach me. :(