When Ang was pregnant with Malaia, I gained around 12 pounds of "sympathy weight". So when we found out that we were pregnant again, the very first thing I did was say to Ang "Please, please do not ask me if I'm hungry, every time you get a craving".
We're now at about 7 1/2 weeks with child #2 and Ang is actually telling me that she is sick of eating. She says she doesn't want to eat every couple of hours, but that it makes her feel better when she does. So my thoughts wander towards, if your sick of eating, why do you ask me, even though I explicitly asked you not to.
I'm not pregnant, I don't need to eat to feel better. But if you continually ask me if I'd like a mini pizza, or a bowl of ice cream. I'm going to crack. I have very limited will power these days, and I enjoy food.
I'm doing everything within my power to resist. I think however, that there is some underlying agenda within Ang's psyche that is pushing her to get me to gain the weight right along with her. After all it is my fault, that she's pregnant. I couldn't keep Mr. Johnson away from that particular meeting, one crisp early September afternoon.
I must not give in to the temptations.. but oh how I love a good slice with cheese and pepperoni.