Same as week 25. Except fatter. Notice I did not say babier. But fatter. Because I am eating for 13 at any given time. This happens every winter. It's like the minute it drops below 50, I start eating for a small army of very large and very hungry people. So, now it's the perfect storm of bambino, holiday gluttony and my evolutionary need to pack on the poundage in case of a winter famine. Awesome.
But, you know what makes everything better? Even my fat ass, Heidi Montag sized jugs, jiggly belly etc.