I am a proud chocoholic. I love chocolate in pretty much any form. (Except perhaps chocolate liqueur, and we can chalk that one up to a very bad night in college where I thought it would be a good idea to drink nothing but Godiva liqueur. Um, it’s not!) So when I started feeling grossed out by chocolate early in my pregnancy, I knew something was not quite right. Since then, it’s been off and on. Some days I am all about some chocolate, some days I’d rather not smell it or even think about it. It’s all very strange!
But now that my nausea is mostly gone and I once again can eat (Boy can I eat…I have 4-5 small meals a day because I fill up fast but get hungry again soon after.) the chocolate desires have returned. So this morning I’m off to Shops of Steele Street to see what Amy has. It’s a splurge, but compared to other things I have a tendency to splurge on, a very small one. I can taste it now…
