I was getting a headache from cutting squares out of some really gorgeous fabric (that I, incidentally, paid an arm and a leg for). So I decided it was snack break time.
Most normal people, just a couple hours after lunch, would grab some fruit. Or maybe a handful of chips. Or a half sandwich or something.
I just heated up half a box of buffalo popcorn chicken from the freezer and devoured it. Alongside a baby Coke.
I love being pregnant.