Being pregnant for me was like being a kid in a candy store. Literally. I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, because I was totally fine with packing on the pounds if it meant making sure my oven was warm, toasty, and nourishing to my little bun.
With this being my first child, I napped at my leisure and meticulously decorated my nursery with the notion that it would be seen and not touched. I planned to breastfeed and make my own baby food and fully expected my child to be a member of Mensa while never being sick a day in her life. Today, we’re six months in and only a handful of these things actually came to fruition.