Food Baby

I'm sitting on the couch next to Kyle, belly way too full of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and all that southern goodness. We're watching the latest episode of Dexter, and I decide to unbutton my shorts. It's that bad, the food baby. I'm rubbing my belly, and I look at him. He turns. "It's a boy, and I already love him," I joke as I continue to rub my stomach. Awkward silence. He looks at me, and we start laughing uncontrollably. It was a good moment.