Recently I found out that I actually CAN have freaking soft cheese if it's pasteurised, and most cheese you find in supermarkets are...so I've just had my revenge. R. will be disappointed to find his Coulommiers reduced to a fourth of its original size when he gets home. Hehehe.
So they say that it's really the last three months where you transform into a huge cow. I think I'm starting understand why now, and once you've started getting the hang of pregnancy a little, you start to know the ins and outs (the truths and the BS).
I'd been putting on one kilo per month since the 2nd month, and was quite happy about that. Then I got to the 7th month and BAM! 2 kilos at once!
Ok, that's actually not too bad, considering I've had colleagues tell me they gained 25 kilos during their pregnancy, so I really shouldn't be making this sound like I'm complaining because I'm not.
My mother loves to say, "I only put on 7 kgs for each of my 3 pregnancies." I guess I won't be getting to say that since I've got 2 more months left, and I have put on 7 already. Oh, and Christmas is just around the corner. Oh, and my birthday! Oh, wait and New Year's too. Oh and I'm not supposed to leave my bed for a month. In fact, I feel like by the end of this pregnancy my body will have mutated into the shape of my couch...