I didn't even do this while I was pregnant.
The dreaded growth spurt has me ravenous.
I was in bed, ready to fall asleep when my stomach growled.
Me to Tom: "What can I eat?"
Tom: "A cliff bar."
Me: "I already had one."
Tom: "Go eat a meatball."
Got to the fridge.
Deli meat? Nah. Yogurt? Not enough. Leftover pizza. Nice.