"I'm getting so fat." Christina sighed, shoving a handful of crisps in her mouth.
Rubbing my hands over my face and looking up from my laptop, I sent an incredulous look at my best friend.
"Seriously Chris, we have had this conversation so many times now. You are pregnant. Getting fat is all part of the package deal." I mumbled, reciting the same line for the third time that day.
"I know that Tris," she stressed, throwing the now empty packet in the trash from where she laid sprawled out on my couch, "It's just I have been craving so much shitty food lately, and it's making me feel like I am living a continuous fat day." She cried, throwing her hands up in the air.
Christina was always like this, she had a major dramatic flair. Most of the time I just chose to ignore it. However since she became pregnant with her fiancé Jonah five months ago, her dramatic flair has ten folded and I am seriously struggling to keep my cool.
"Join a gym then." I said, turning back to my University homework, fully intending to end the conversation there.
"But I don't want to join a gym by myself Trissy, can you imagine a pregnant women going to the gym? I won't even be able to use half of the equipment anyway. Oh and I would probably have to hire a personal trainer to make sure I am doing the exercises right and not harming myself or the bab-,"
"Jesus Chris!" I cried, cutting her off mid-sentence, "Will you stop complaining and let me get back to my homework if I join up with you?"
Looking at me wide eyed, and straight backed on the couch, she simply gave me a one worded answer.
"yes."
