I woke up to the feeling of my bladder ready to burst. Goodness, this had to be the third time tonight. I got up as carefully as possible, trying not to wake my sleeping mate as I slipped from his embrace. I walked to the bathroom, waddling as I rubbed my nicely sized baby bump. It was the second week of my third month, and my stomach wanted the world to know. It was rounded and starting to protrude, though I wasn't struggling to move around too much. I was definitely going to be soon. As I peed, I suddenly had a craving for vanilla ice cream and cheddar cheese....