Jimmy seems to have an impeccable talent of eating the last of something that I was saving and looking forward to eating, even when I oh so discreetly hide it. It happens all the time, but somehow it feels like the end of the world to my 37 week, always hungry, pregnant self. My favorite part is when he puts the packaging back in the fridge/pantry and my emotions go from really excited to complete despair in a matter of seconds. The good thing about being pregnant is that my emotions are out of my control and in most cases I cry, which makes him feel so bad he goes to the store and gets more (today it was ice cream). I’m not the type to milk the pregnancy card, but when even the man I love the most gets in the way of me eating, it’s serious.