Finding out you're knocked up and proceeding to go way overboard with "eating for two". The third trimester rolls around and you've succeeded at turning yourself into a room-filling blob of lard: your hands and feet only just peek out of your massive flabby body and your milk has such high fat density that it ends up flowing out of your nipples as cream.
And all you can think about is getting even bigger...for the kid, of course.
Of course, it's only natural to eat more during pregnancy, and who's going to judge you anyways? All that fatty, greasy, unhealthy food is just pregnancy cravings, and your feet are too sore to be in the gym, who can blame you? What's a bit of baby fat, you'll work it off once the baby comes around.... Or not, given that at this point you're so fat nobody can tell you're pregnant to begin with. If you're that far gone, anyways, why not just keep on going? You can't exactly start dieting now, your body's gotten used to the constant influx, and like, you wouldn't want to starve the baby! And you better stay off your feet, too, don't want to stress yourself out, that's bad for the baby! Just relax, sit back, and grow.... By the time you're ready to pop, you'll be past the point of ever getting back up again, but you don't mind at all, do you? Maybe you'll even try to get knocked up again, just to keep up the excuse to laze around and stuff your fat face with even more food, playing with those leaky teats, praising yourself for being such a good, dedicated parent... Yeah, it's all for the kids, after all.
