First of all, pregnant woman don’t crave pickles & ice cream, like in a bowl, mixed together…. they crave pickles, and then an hour later they just HAVE to have a bowl of Edy’s Grand Light drenched in Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup.

These days, I eat those Hebrew National dill pickles like a starving man would eat a steak. Fuck, they are good.

And now I’m wearing maternity clothes. I’ve officially outgrown my cute little corduroys I’m accustomed to wearing. The only bummer is that I’m not really showing yet, I’m just getting big all the way around. Now I can’t wait till I’m showing so I don’t look like I just got fat; there will actually be a reason for my plumpness. Come on little baby, bring it.

I need another pickle.