So I’m fat. Yes, I know I’m pregnant and it comes with the territory. There is only one man on the planet that can call me fat (in a sense) without suffering the bitchy repercussions of my rage and that man is my OB. And by call me fat I mean yell at me for gaining too much weight over a months time. I will admit I haven’t been eating or drinking the healthiest but #2 seems to be craving sugar. Anything sugar, candy, sweets you name it, I’ve inhaled it. So its no surprise that for the past 2…
