These shots might seem vaguely familiar to you – that's because they were taken back in November last year when I was 16 weeks pregnant. We'd gone away for the weekend for a family wedding. We stayed at a little bed and breakfast. Totally adorable and quaint and featuring THE MOST GIANT KITCHEN IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. Well, the actual kitchen itself was tiny, almost like a little European laundry tucked away behind louvered doors. But check out me standing next to the bench.
No, I'm not a tall person, but c'mon, the kitchen sink is breast height. Breast height. Which meant that when I finished washing the dishes, I had to change my soaking bra. I almost had to stand on tippy toes to get my arms into the sink water.
Witness me preparing to pour myself a drink. I look like a kid who's been allowed to use a drinking receptacle made of glass for the very first time. "Careful, little Susie! Both hands when you're carrying glass, there's a girl."
Naturally, Bren, my lovely gargantuan man, thought this was the best kitchen he had ever seen.
Let's avert our eyes from the Coke bottle and try not to think about what became of all that sugar later in the pregnancy.