I love both of you more than I can ever tell you. I would sacrifice anything for you. I love to hear your precious little voices and be on the receiving end of one of your "just because" hugs.
With that being said...
You should know that Mommy is not going to share her food with you. Period. You have your own food and I have mine. Mommy is pregnant and hungry, and there is a chance someone will lose a finger next time a slobbery, sticky little hand reaches for my plate of food that I've been looking forward to eating all day. So please just stop asking for a bite. Because we both know that one bite turns into two and before anyone knows it, you've eaten more of my food than I have. And that's just not okay right now. Mommy is a bit (ok, excessively) hormonal at this time and the thought of one of you eating my food can bring me to tears quite quickly. In case you haven't noticed, Daddy eats food too and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to share his with you. And his always tastes better than mine.
With all my love (but none of my food),