But.... what is the point of having children if you can't stuff your face endlessly for almost ten months? Seriously, if I hear "but im eatin' fer two!" one more time from a barely pregnant hamopotamus, I might just take it out to pasture and kill it. You don't need that extra Mick Dicks #2 with your Trenta Double Caramel Chocolate Chip Extra Whip Frappaccino, you fat pig. You're barely even into your second trimester and you've consumed enough to feed everyone in the third world five times over.  ^ You're not eating for two adults, you're eating for one adult and one tiny fetus.  People never get told this fact.  So not only is there an excuse to binge on junk food, it's treated as a moral imperative such that social pressure tends toward "if you aren't gaining a bunch of fat you must be doing something wrong, starving yourself and harming your child."