Since being pregnant, I'm an eating machine.

My belly gets rounder and rounder as my hunger grows. In true old wives tale fashion, I love to devour big salty pickles and then follow it up with creamy vanilla ice cream.

Watch me wrap my lips around the large kosher dills as I grind them between my strong molars and slurp down the pulp to a heavy swallow. One after another, and then the creamy goodness.

I let the ice cream melt in my mouth and pool on my tongue before swallowing each delicious load of cream and sugar.

I will devour everything. You are start... Show more