Notice how round I look and how rectangular and slim my husband looks? I couldn't really tell just by looking at my belly if I was full or not (which can be a dangerous thing for visually-focused people like me), as my belly is just always big nowadays, but my husband's tummy curled up into a small football sized storage bin after the dinner, and that helped him confirm the fact that he was in fact, full. Nothing like seeing something with your own eyes to believe it. Seeing is believing, after all.
I suppose one of the advantages of being pregnant is that I could technically eat more, and count on the fact that baby O will digest and munch up half of it. My Ob says it is quality, though, not quantity that counts. Thus, I have been munching every now and then like a squirrel instead of gorging down like a pig, save for special occasions like buffets when the Food Economics dictate otherwise (in that case more food brings about greater demand).
I realize that pregnancy presents a good system of supply and demand. I supply the food through my intake, and baby helps me consume whatever I supply. It helps maintain an overall equilibrium that can be compared to the aforementioned laws of supply and demand; in this way, baby helps when there is oversupply and I make sure there is no scarcity of resources. The whole process of this inner mother-and baby marketplace is quite an enjoyable experience, too. Much akin to shopping. I can eat and enjoy the taste of food while baby O's tiny body gets the food and nutrients he needs. The excess is stored for later delivery and consumption (warehouse and logistics). Method of "payment": C.O.D - Consumption On Delivery. Which, in my opinion, makes the pregnancy system, possibly the most overlooked secret in diet miracles.
