No Shame

Saturday night, in a "I'm pouty about still being pregnant" mood, I made a batch of brownies (they were zucchini brownies, so they kind of count as a vegetable, right?). Darrell and I shared a piece that night in a brownie sundae... And then being pregnant and still at home happened. Come Tuesday night, this is what the pan looked like:

I wish I could Darrell helped with some of that, but that would be a lie. Aside from the piece we split Saturday night, that damage was all me (and WEBS). I hadn't even been nice enough to share them with William (although Darrell did last night and he LOVED them). I'm not the least bit sorry, either, and I won't even care if my doctor raises an eyebrow about my weight gain at my appointment tomorrow. After all, he was the one who told me last week that it was "unlikely" that I'd still be pregnant in a week. Looks like the joke's on him--baby doesn't seem to be interested in making a move any time soon!