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…