Blowing a Virtual Raspberry

If it were up to those people who make up the “how to be pregnant the right way” rules, I would not eat anything that I really like, and I would live in empire waisted shirts. Well, I say, PHOOEY to all that!! I will too eat sushi and soft cheese and deli meat and tuna and all the gosh darn fruit that I gosh darn want!!! And I will find some other article of clothing that doesn’t tie into a bow in the back. Not that I’m anti-bows or anti-empire waists, but sometimes when I look in my closet for something stylish/comfortable, I feel like I am left with a choice of one, the other, or a combination of the two. Also, I think it’s safe to say that when it comes to clothing at this point in pregnancy, wearing clothes sucks in general. Nothing fits right. Grrr.

Anyway, this is a message to any silly headed know-it-all who wants to tell me that everything I eat could potentially kill me. I don’t have a food taster. I’ll just have to take my chances, and I just spent much too long trying to find something to wear around the house. So poo on you!

(end of rant)