Week 17 and I am at +3 pounds. That goes up to almost 6 pounds at times which explains my spurts on the treadmill. It’s hard staying in shape when I gotta eat the food my wife decides not to after 2-3 spoonfuls. Plus she gets all the good stuff in the house these days including ice cream. How can I not dip in to her stash?

The other day she got a vanilla bean coolatta from Dunkin Donuts and I swiped it from her mid-sip. “Hey! You’re stealing from a pregnant woman” she claimed.

“It’s fine, I’m pretty.” Sometimes I feel like I’m the pregnant one here.