I Am 8 Months Pregnant and My Husband’s Night Eating Is Constantly Leaving Me Hungry

For most of my second pregnancy, I just wanted to hide away and eat all the junk food I was craving.

But my best friend Ava wanted to drag me out of the house and do things together.

“I heard about this cool pottery place,” she said, making me a strawberry milkshake while I put my swollen feet up.

“You sign up for a pottery party of sorts,” she continued.

“And we make pottery?” I asked, thinking of a hundred things I would prefer to do instead.

“Not necessarily. We could paint pottery instead. Come on, Liv, let’s do it together! We can make things for the nursery,” she smiled over the top of the blender.

“Fine,” I said. “But you’ll owe me whatever the baby craves that night.”

“Fine by me,” she said. “I’ve already told Malcolm to watch Tess for the evening while we’re out.”

Ava wasn’t the biggest fan of my husband, Malcolm, so the fact that she had already spoken to him about our evening out spoke volumes about how much she wanted me out of the house.