Apparently I've regressed 26 years in this pregnancy.
Just the other day, I was over at my mom's place trying to decide what I could eat that morning, since my vomiting and nausea and fussy eating were getting worse again.
My mom was hovering nearby and the following conversation ensued :
MOM : What you want to eat?
ME : (pointing at a bag of frozen crinkle cut fries in freezer) Chips!
MOM : Ok. (pause) Remember to drink your Ribena also, ah.
ME : .....
Yeah, despite being 31, married and carrying a baby of my own in my belly, I've somehow become 5 years old again. Ahahaha.