The urges become stronger and the baby fever intensifies. As the days go on, my wife chooses what we eat, exercises we do. I sneak bacon on my drives to work.

The consistency of determining if her boobs are growing or her sassiness📿. Is this mood the turning point, is she finally pregnant. No, turns out she was hungry once again.

Pizza, fries, burgers, greese are what I desire. Until the day of a positive pregnancy, I ll see you glorious meals again one day.