I have become that girl

I always said I would be that dainty pregnant woman, wearing cute clothes, eating healthy salads, and keeping my legs where they are meant to be-inches apart instead of spread as wide as the grand canyon.

After a week of holiday binging (er... make that two weeks), I found myself sitting at the classy Miller Lite Victory Lane bar at the C gates in Atlanta's Hartsfeild Airport my legs spread from here to LA, a pregnancy book in one hand, greasy wings smothered in blue cheese in the other, and my belly protruding proudly.

Sometimes you just gotta say f*ck it.