Heavy legs, heavy heart.
There once was a girl from Nantucket... No, wait. Wrong story. There once was a beautiful young woman who had fallen pregnant with her second child. With her first pregnancy, she found that though she wanted carbs a little more than usual, she didn't feel like there was a massive change in her appetite. She gained a very reasonable amount of weight and basically felt good about that. She had her baby and, eventually, got back to looking a way she felt comfortable. She had that pain in the butt gestational diabetes, of course, but that's neither here nor there. During this, her second pregnancy, one day as she approached her 22nd week, she took a long, hard look in the mirror. Was she still as lovely as the most delicate, pink rose found in nature? Naturally. Did her baby bump seem to be appropriately adorable? Yes it did. Did her legs seem to be a little bit heavier? . . . . Aw, snap. She began thinking about the way she'd been eating lately. The pasta. T...