I don't know what kind of cruelty it is that sugar - and particularly chocolate - mostly hits my pregnant stomach wrongly. Here it is my bday and there's a perfectly perfect white Safeway cake with raspberry filling sitting on my dining room table, of which I managed to choke down a single piece but can't bring myself to touch the rest. That's cruel is what that is.
(Still, I see myself unthawing frozen cake on some future day when my stomach stops being all tempestuous and flippy floppy.) (Well, maybe not the floppy part, 'cuz . . . well . . . )
This is the third birthday in my life I've been pregnant: the first met a too-early end, the second was during a full-term ripeness, and this third time is a couple of months in but not medically confirmed to my peace of mind. (That's tomorrow.)
~Nichole
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