i'm 31 weeks and i never got that ravenous hunger that stereotypes a pregnant woman. of course, that hasn't stopped the plethora of jokes like when i walk into the kitchen at work and someone will say "watch your food, folks, here comes a pregnant woman". har har.
there is one thing that i have been loving. it's something that i've always been so-so about in the past and while i don't wake up at 3am wanting them, i have been keeping a stash of them at work and home and eating the hell out of them. reese's peanut butter cups. i like the minatures because then i can just unwrap like 6 of them and shove them into my mouth. but the regular sized ones are just fine as well. it's only 9:02am right now and i've already eaten two since my mom bought me an eight pack for valentine's day. i'm totally going to have a reese's peanut butter cup stomach ache by 11:15. i fully expect once i give birth that i'll never want to see another peanut butter cup again but for now, i plan on hitting the post-valentine's day sales and loading up on some half-priced bags.
p.s. i wouldn't touch the white chocolate reese's with a ten foot pole. or reese's pieces. or nutrageous or reese's fast break. to me, they're all imposter bastards.
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